January 12, 2014 § Leave a comment

Even though it is winter
I must be very clear,
I do not want to talk
about the weather, my dear.

Your complaints, they are often,
my patience is not,
so I implore you to please
not involve me in your thoughts.

Not that I don’t value
your researched opinions
of how the wind chafes your skin
of how you couldn’t find your mittens.

It’s just that I want to hear
something that’s more of a thrill
a topic that doesn’t involve
the weekend’s incoming chill.

Am I being too direct?
I’ve been so lately when I speak,
but it’s really not my fault,
you see it’s been raining all week.


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