3/26/18 4:37AM
I sat down at one in the morning
for seven cups of tea
I read a chat with so much warring
That my heart pulsed out a plea
What a loss I have had
I proclaimed to the void
They said I was mad
To ever feel so destroyed
And the loveliest font
I read in the early day
a stunning Canadian debutante
With a soft spot for malaise
She quoted my own poems at me
And now she’s my biggest fan
At least someone took a peek
That’s how the love letters began
I’d move across nations
Just to make sure she’s warm
She’s that sweet tingling sensation
Belly Butterflies in a swarm
And this morning I paid dearly
For a chat that twilight stretched long
But I’d never sleep again, sincerely
If it meant she’d never be gone