Original Poem (Nothing sexy, don't get your hopes up)
What I wouldn't give to be burdened by your company,
To roll my eyes at corny jokes, to hear banter endlessly,
To be embarrassed by you in front of all my peers,
To be woken up before dawn, throughout the years.
What I wouldn't give to hear your unsolicited advice,
To inherit another bad trait, addiction or vice,
To fight you for the remote, watching what you prefer,
To listen to your stories, even if they all blur.
What I wouldn't give to have you tinker with every damn thing,
To have a song come on the radio and beg you not to sing,
To burn another batch of cookies, and offer them anyway,
To hear you snoring loudly, annoyed from a room away.
What I wouldn't give to have you encroach on my space,
To smell your musky odor, be scratched by your bearded face,
To be kept up past midnight, grilling in the dark,
To help you with wiring, and be zapped by a spark.
What I wouldn't give to hear your laughter fill the room,
To tease me about girls that I brought home too soon,
To be able to cherish things I always thought I hated,
To have fresh memories, not forgotten or abated.
To trade places with those still burdened by theirs,
To feel all your warmth, your love, your cares,
To embrace you tightly, asking you to stay,
What I wouldn't give for just one more day.