Stay, You May
Jan 17
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Dime to dime, the edging drip, fervors of a tear
I sit in a cafe, trying to bide my time, observant
I watch across the table to a dame,
caressing her lover, knowing only his name
I wait, insatiate, while the emptiness swallows whole
however, I stay there, in awe of knowing there’s more
To life, to love, to fear, to mourn,
Will I again?
No more, nevermore
