Short Poem No.28

He spent one full lifetime building the cabin I will die in,
though die not if for your existence, as painful as it is,
I know it could be worse, I could not be here at all.

What does this mean for us?
You ask like she wants to hear you say it.
Would you get up and walk across the world for me ?

Open a beer, the cassette clicks. Time to turn over.

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