? oh. I hear it now
You can lie to me.
You can say it's cold when it's sixty-eight degrees outside, you can say you speak French when you freeze up on the first hello.
You can tell me, "I've loved you since the day on the dock," and "I love how the city feels in the fall," when you haven't felt the crush of people on the subway in six months.
You can miss someone you've never met and you can feel someone you haven't touched yet.
The way I touch the walls and stroke my own hair, the way I have to sigh when my feet finally touch the ground.