March 9

Thoughts
While I sip
My coffee
Black
Dark
As
Dusk
Turns
Into night
And rum cake
On my
Tongue
Bitter
Sweet
But how
I love
Not the
Sugar
Thoughts
Such as
What if's
Surface
Everytime
You do
But I know
You ask
Them too
The what if's
Like an
Interrupted
Kiss
That we both
Stop
Where
The
Question mark
Ends.
What if
?
Yes.
In another
Life,
Maybe.
But no,
not
This.

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