A Way With You Poem by Luke Wroblewski Wroblewski

A Way With You

Your cheek
Fits nicely in my hand
When I hold you I feel glad
No time, time don't do me wrong
Just get closer to the front
But the front cover's missing you
So it takes a different tone
I still imagine you
And a never ending song

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