Yes, I like to see you when you pop over to say "hi!", to drink coffee together slowly but all that at the weekends only, I seem to be that sort of guy.
At the weekends only and you might like to ask me "why?", whether it at times feels lonely and whether I have things to hide.
And how can I say I never know why I've decided to live alone, trying to look that I'm just fine with a decision which wasn't mine. How I miss it every single day when our fingers touch, interlace but by now you know me I can do it at the weekends only.
Thoughtful prose piece. It evokes a spirit of longing due to loneliness but also explores the internal conflict for independence. I wonder at the choice of "at" rather than "on" for the title phrase as it seems a little awkward and unfamiliar but other than that, great poem.
Thoughtful prose piece. It evokes a spirit of longing due to loneliness but also explores the internal conflict for independence. I wonder at the choice of "at" rather than "on" for the title phrase as it seems a little awkward and unfamiliar but other than that, great poem.