I wanted to get you a souvenir,

because I really do wish you were here.

 

On a layover in between flights.

Strolling and seeing the gift-shoppy sights.

 

I had the idea and it really seemed great,

but I’m having trouble finding something you won’t hate.

 

At first I was looking at those racks of keychains,

But I wouldn’t even counter-cyclical spend on those for Maynard Keynes.

 

Would you like a pair of reading glasses?

A bag of Swedish Fish, Starbursts, or Sour Patches?

 

What about a magazine? This gossip’s legit:

Jenn’s back with Brad, he and Angie are split!

 

I’ve never seen such a prestigious Chex Mix collection:

Traditional, Cheddar, Bold, Hot n Spicy, Trail Mix, Choc & Pnb Confection.

 

Plushies, romance novels, baseball hats?

I wasn’t going for any of that.

 

On the walls hung packages of Jack Links Beef Steak Nuggets,

But I couldn’t decide between Hickory Smoked and Teriyaki, so I just said fuck it.

 

I guess this will have to be your souvenir,

A poem to say that I miss you my dear.

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