Bosses,
I still walk slow.
I still stutter when I speak.
I still clutch my pearls afraid to peek.
Yet, somehow I manage to breathe thinking of you individually.
I still eat the cotton candy dreams
and hang on to hang ten…
My game nights are lonely,
Mini golf tournaments lacking winners...
If anyone want to claim a trophy – or me? LMK! “Who wouldn’t, might be the better question !