~My Tea & Me~
Staring at a wooden frame,
Empty seat.
Eating my BLT,
I feel defeat.
Sweet tea with a little mint,
Magnify this silence sent.
Wooden frame.
Empty seat.
Silence met.
I felt complete.
Slide my foot to the leg.
Hearing laughter,
And it stirs.
So unmoveing...
It's not hers.
Wooden frame.
Empty seat.
Silence met.
As I eat.
Begin to wonder.
Begin to dream.
To interupt this silence,
I'd even scream.
Wooden frame.
Empty seat.
Silence met.
It seems to repeat.
Wooden Frame,
As I eat.
Silence here,
Against my feet.
1 comment:
I am I said, by Neil diamond is a direct reference to this poem.
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