faux fur

small stone #11

It’s a cold bench,
and your skin is dry.
You’re smoking menthols,
I haven’t seen those in a while.

I want to reach out and hug you,
and buy you shiny new warm coat and lots of groceries, the kind that
Are like delicious and junky and perfect!
I don’t know you but I love you more than you can fathom.


Instead I gotta sit here,
and just Be.

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