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.