Poem: a Quiet Studio

im wearing the coat you gave me
as a blanket in this cold room
the white halogen lights
the guitar melody i alone can hear

again i'm writing my gratefulness
for the vegetable pizza
for the white rose kombucha
for the eggnogg late

for another time,
being stilled in my busyness
remembering you,
when i started this as a make believe poem

i love you
and i thank you
i want to hear you
i'll see u in my bedroom

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