The New England Poem

Sometimes all I need to do is write
But that still doesn’t make things feel right
As I walk through the sleet and rain
All I can feel inside is pain
I hear your voice in the cold wind
I smell your cologne on my friend
In all honesty I feel so far from you
What exactly do I have to do
I’m so scared cuz I’ve never felt this way
I wonder if it’s true or if it’s an off day
All I want is to be left alone in my room
You’re the only one I’d wanna see anytime soon
I’m in such a strange place and you’re not here
My nights consist of strange accents and warm beer
I want you here now and only now
Say it’s selfish but I want you here and don’t care how
I see you in everything I come in contact with
I haven’t held you in my arms since the fifth
Not that long, I know, I know
But all I want is for you not to go
Stay stay stay I want you here now please
Not just now, that’d be just a tease
Come to me, come to the cold north
Leave the south, get here on the fourth
Then it won’t have been an entire month