a realistic poem

        jill, what would happen
        if one 11am
        i'd show up
        without a poem?

        you'd push me back home claiming
        that i woke up too early
        you'd say:

                don't come
                with empty arms
                'cos all u hope to hold
                is your own poem

        so here i go:

           "jill,
                what if one 11am
                you'd show up
                downstairs
                and we take off?"

        to which you kindly smile:

                nice poem

                                                





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