His “Hi” still gives me butterflies like the first time,

His presence is everything, more than just his mere existence,

His “Hi” feels like an “I missed you,”

His greeting is akin to “You’ve been on my mind,”

His “Hi” signifies, “You’ve been playing in my thoughts,”

In his “Hi” after some days, I find hope,

I sense that he’s been pondering over me,

His outreach isn’t pressured, but willingly done,

His “Hi” brings closure, more than any words he can muster,

I discover his truth in a simple “Hi,”

More profound than any fabricated words.