Coward
In my dreams, I
have walked
through
walls, visited marble temples,
hugged my
dead Aunt Anna.
I've flown so
high, I could see
the gentle curve
of Earth.
But I won't offer you a cup
of coffee,
or go to church
with you, or sit
and watch
the game with you.
Hard as I try, I
can't say the words,
I want you to
go.
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