Saturday, March 19, 2011

ice cream for breakfast

ice cream for breakfast
water in my windpipe
i coughed repeatedly
it is early morning,still wide awake

i've been thinking of you yesterday
why would you send an empty text message
and not answer when i ask you why?
you're puzzling me again

just assumed you were missing me
even if i saw you just a few weeks ago
it has been years
since we were actually ourselves

1 comment:

  1. my first poem in a long time. can't even remember how long

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