Stay

Don’t go away; I don’t want you to be all gone.

I want to know that you’re home without calling.

I haven’t called enough;

haven’t seen you enough, hugged you enough.

I know where you live.

I want to know that you’re home without visiting.

Don’t go away; I don’t want you to be all gone.

I want to call you and know you’re okay;

see your face, feel your arms around me.

I know where you live,

and I want to come visit. I still have your glass bowl–

the one I borrowed eight goddamned months ago.

Don’t leave me with your fucking bowl,

and a hole in my heart.

Don’t go away; I don’t want you to be all gone.

 

 

 

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