just another poem

amidst tiny tiles and yellow lamps she sat with me
weekends weighed her down and
her sadness the sickness infected me
smiles forced through swollen lymph nodes
in betwixt chamomile sips
our hearts brushed lightly against the other’s and
while waiting quietly we quenched
our thirst for the company of another
who digs like we dig, digs and understands amidst
tiny tables and yellowed eyes.

0 thoughts on “just another poem

  1. You are without a doubt one of the best writers I ever met (it must be all the in-bred sarcasm). I could actaully listen to your musings all day and not have to feign interest. 🙂

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