Wish You Were Here

So many walks in the rain,
tears and coffee
sipped from a torn Timmy’s cup
the ultimate blend
of pleasure and pain
brewed the same way – every day
sodden leaves and broken windows
whistling like the kettle
you used to keep singing
on the back of the stove
lapsang souchong
perhaps Earl Grey
though it gave me headaches
and now the thought of it
gives me heartaches
Smelling bergamot
in my mind
looking out
my shattered window
year on year

wish you were here.


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