I’ve hidden love notes for you all over the city.
Folded pieces of paper under bus seats and stapled to power lines.
At the mall, 15 minutes away from your house,
I dug my nail into an armrest of a couch I was sitting on,
so you could touch the raised line across the smooth leather,
and know I had been there.
of course you can 🙂 it would be an honor!
Every now and then you just nail it. I’d like to use this in my class for our poem of the week, if you don’t mind. Is that okay?