3 short ones

3 short ones

A 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 Mann


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Nathan Mann
These were in my notes for work.

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