Sunday 19 February 2017

Thirsty

Whenever I see you,

Directly,hurriedly 
sipping from those plastic bottles kept on the table?

I miss
those long relieved sighs, you used to let out

in those hot summer afternoons,
when you took time,
to sip from me instead,

your much-used, now-forgotten,
glass.

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