The Winter of My Discontent
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
You again
When you came
I lived on coffee & cigarettes.
When you came
I spent the days milling about.
When you came
I was lost.
When you left
I was lost.
When you left
I couldn't feel my feelings.
When you left
So did I.
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