before you do
won’t you please
make another pot of tea
and stay with me awhile
we can try on
those thinking caps
the ones I told you about
last time you were here
the ones I bought at the
flea market back when
you were just a child
or we can dial up
another sci-fi movie and
marvel at the special effects
like we used to do
all the while sharing
some buttered popcorn
never saying a single word
but if you must move on
that much I understand
but won’t you please please please
start another pot for me
before you do
march two thousand nineteen
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A lil bit of spilled milk here John. Kind of sad.
Sadly some people are lonelier than others, Denise.
yes they are.
I like this poem, it feels familiar and real
Thank you for visiting and commenting on this piece, Judy.
You’re welcome Matthew