Will you go out with me?
by Matthew Migdali
I wish you were here, I wish you were close
and those are the times I'm wishing the most.
Whenever we’re walking through the grass, and I’m holding your hand
it's like time in an hourglass, you slip away like the sand.
I want you so bad- to hold and to touch
and that is because... I love you so much.
And I want you to know whatever you do
I will always be here and I'll always love you.
So, when you read this poem, standing up or leaning against a tree
Think of me and answer this question, ...will you go out with me?
Dedicated to Natasha,
My one and only love