Baby, can you hear me?
I was thinking about you.
I was thinking about how beautiful you smell.
God, I miss that smell.
I miss the way you look in your sweatpants,
I miss the way you use to put your hair up,
and the way you look at me when we dance.
Most of all,
I miss the nights we barbecued,
and as the sun set, we watched the moon.
Remember when I showed it to you up close?
Do you remember my black and gold telescope?