Weeknights

 

I wonder

As I sit

Listening to music

And writing poetry

 

What is he doing?

Does he question himself?

Is he lonely?

Does he cry?

 

I wonder

As I smoke

Another joint,

Should I call him?

 

Would he

Be offended?

Or, be interrupted

Of other thoughts?

 

Should I tell him

That I prefer

He be here

Lying beside me?

 

Or, should I be cool.

Should I pretend

Never to be lonely?

Never to cry?

 

 

B. Benjamin                                                                                         

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