Saturday, December 16, 2017


Perhaps I am volatile
and perhaps you are not loving enough
to fill
all my time, senses, every open space.

Perhaps I ask for too much
and perhaps
you give too little
of your time
and love.

Do not measure
when giving
Do not heckle
when taking.

Do not leave
empty spaces
that need something else
to fill them.

And that, my dear
is Utopia.

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