I chose this way -no-one beside me
to share the night
or find the day -
eating alone in restaurants,
reading books I've read before,
smilingly declining
to join dancers on the floor -
my eyes upon the pages,
my mind somewhere beyond,
you drink your coffee,
pay the bill -
in a moment you'll be gone -
I wonder if you feel the same -
did I really hope you'd stay?
and then I'm glad you didn't -
because like me,
you chose this way...
~ Nan Witcomb.
Love you, love Bonez.
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