You were lovely, as always.
You were writing in codes,
and laughed as I tried to decipher.
You wouldn't let me love you,
but you wouldn't leave.
but you wouldn't leave.
My mom said that you were OK
but you should leave
but you should leave
until the pandemic was over.
You asked for water
You asked for water
I offered to heat up some soup for you
You thought it was better than water
You thought it was better than water
It was then that I noticed
That I had shaved my head badly
It still had tufts of hair
And you said "yeah, you just did it"
"you said you didn't want my help"
I'm still trying to decipher you
and your writings
but the biggest mystery is
why do I keep thinking of you?