And I think of you
Remembering that time in your kitchen
Whiskey and coke
Sarcasm and body language
Your way of being so close & so far
All at once
Eye contact & asking "what?"
I'm making eggs now, spicy style
And I think of you
Let me cook for you
In your kitchen or mine
Lean against the counter,
In your non chalant way
And let the aroma fill the room
We'll say a million things without ever moving our lips
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