3 short onesA Poem by Nathan Mann
And so I sit here, empty.
Wondering if you ever miss me. Probably not as much as I do. is it bad if I want you to? ~ My mother taught me that people go, At any point, you don't always know. I guess that lesson didn't quite stick, I guess you came to re-teach it. ~ do I cry because you're not here? or am I simply out of beer? Maybe because I'm still here? either way, I need a beer. © 2015 Nathan MannAuthor's Note
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Added on February 18, 2015 Last Updated on February 18, 2015 |