Well yes?
Oh, do get to the point! My poet friend.
How long have I known you now?
How long have I shared you?
I need no enigma to unravel,
no eureka ‘ah, I get it now!’
at the last gasp of your lines.
Please, please tell me it as it is,
now before the reception closes.
Oh my friend, my friend, now you have made me cry
with your real voice iced above the spittle;
your tears flowing in my eyes,
your sigh my sigh.
The drizzle is closing in and running down the shutters
that close up the days when you never said a word,
when all was bubble wrapped. Now?
Well yes - now I see,
at last you are speaking to me
alone.
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