I miss her

With every waking breath

And every little death

She’ll remind me I can’t locate a conifer

Then probably call me a jovial slur

She’ll want to ramble about the Black Death

And call me a fool for forgetting Macbeth

These are the daily affections I incur

I wish to kiss

That beautiful miss

And hold her all night

Every caress floors me

How lucky can I be

That incredulous nerd is Just. Right.