A little lonely poem
If you were candy I would eat you.
If you were juice I would drink you.
If you were a hat I would wear you.

But you're not.

If you were mine I would love you.
If you were gone I would miss you.
If you were close I would kiss you.

But you're not.

So here I am eating
and here I am drinking
--all alone.

And there I go loving
And there I go missing
with my hat on my head
and no one for kissing.