the birds woke me up today.
there was the coffee pot stirring
the absence of a 'good morning.'
you're not in love with me anymore.
i am going to sit here
and wait for you to leave me.
i am not strong enough to do it myself.
k.h.
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oneirataxia/poetry by k.h.
कविताoneirataxia; (n.): the inability to distinguish fantasy from reality. NEW BOOK: THE SHADE OF FLOWERS/POETRY BY K.H., OUT NOW!
