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A Confession

Take what you want
In your drunken stupor
I’ll be there for you
Just like a trooper
I’m always here
All day and night
But with no care
You’ve taken flight
Don’t pretend that
‘We’ don’t exist
Open your eyes
Yes, I insist
Come back home
I need you here
I can’t live now,
Sans you, I fear

August 24, 2011

Published inPoetry