no more workshopping poems at the Bee Hive
no more prayer at Eitz Chayim on Erev Shabbat
no more cider at Kickstand no more coffee at Nero
no more walking you home down Pleasant
chatting of Cole Porter and George Herbert
no more hugs through early autumn sweaters
no more smiles over my nervous chatter
no more transistor waltzes no more Says You
no more Glenmorangie on starlit winter nights

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-09-07 at 00:01

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so simple and sad
but why?