Me
holding a mug
of cold coffee
staring through the
kitchen window
at my neighbours'
cape lilac tree
The panes are so grimy and
I often say one day
I will clean them so I
might see things more clearly
yet here I stand
draped in the sun's
glorious glare,
this moment
of waste
thinking about
You.
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