Should I leave chocolates for you,
some other ridiculous sacrifice?
Perhaps you just need a favor?
You are not who I am here to please,
but my emptiness is complete without you.
Indeed, a small cup of coffee with you is eternity,
a cure for my numb and pedantic
self of origin.
So what must I do to please you?
What must I do?
Poems from in between 
6 responses to “My window at night, iii”
Really enjoying your poetry.
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Thank you! It is so nice for you to say so. Kind of feel like I am fumbling around in the dark most of the time.
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Join the crowd! The dark isn’t so bad…
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Indeed! It is often better than the alternative. But still, I would like to occasionally not trip over my own feet. Is that too much to ask? Just once in a while?
Thanks for reading!
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Love this line at the center of it: “but my emptiness is complete without you.” It’s always such a pleasure to read your work!
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Thank you! Total ditto!
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