I never liked that tea, you know
It was just an excuse
To spend those evenings with you
You, who will forever be ignorant
Of my care for you.
I never liked the booze, you know
It was just an excuse
To see you free, and to be free
Of expectations and traditions
And to be with you.
I never liked that trek, you know
It was just an excuse
To see you alive, to feel the sun
As it got lost in your ever tangled hair
Like my thoughts of you.
I did like poetry, but you never did
It is just my excuse
To talk to you in a world
Where we enjoyed this semester
Me, with you.