Do you like scotch?
He says, well knowing
My answer

He's kept this little secret in
A carefully wrapped chocolate
Silently waiting in a pocket
For hours, holding its flame
Until he can turn to me and say
In words other than these words
I've been thinking of you

He must have known my smile
Would be quick and my eyes
Would flash before I could even try
To contemplate withholding it

I wanted to say to him, Soon
A word spoken like a promise
It hangs in the air between us
Steam in the lungs crisp like this
One December evening's air

It is only weeks that stand
Between us now
Time closing like a wrapper
Enfolding us slowly closer

I've been thinking of you too