about p.

when i wake up
i check my phone
just as I go to bed
i check my phone
i see your lovely face
in strangers where i go
i feel your smell
as though i know
how you smell
i dream your dreams
though of course
yours are more sophisticated
than mine
just like anything else about you
is rain instead of drizzle
or scorching sun
like a bun in the oven
about to pop
instead of mild sunshine
you even wear a mask
as a piece fashion equipment
you are an angry gentleman
an old man
an englishman
in a strange country