I hand-built this pitcher with care for you
Did not thrown it mechanically on a wheel
But the hairline cracks from the firing
Make it impossible to hold water
I keep it cold at home sometimes
With air-conditioning I hate
To remind me of those winters
The aroma of your overcoat
I dream awaken to your footsteps
Patting the floor above my bed
And feel your warmth come join me
Cutting the cold air in half
Perhaps an email since I publish my address
Everywhere I can to increase the odds
Or a letter in my mailbox if you recall the address
I check always for something always
I open my inbox often
Wait for a friend request or a follow
This is what I hope will happen
This is what will keep me
Lanning Lee 