Beautiful stork

 I don’t like you anymore. But every time I think of you my mind blanks out on everything else. 

I always think of you. 

I like you still. But whenever I hear you the hairs on the back of my neck stand up like soldiers after reverie. 

I hear you sing  even in my dreams. 

You never liked me. But the laughter and camaraderie were warmth for those lonely days. 

You were always a little by yourself. 

You liked me. But only on ways that meant we could always keep a distance. 

You are now so far away that oceans drown our voices.