I will read you

I will read  you , he says, he said we will have coffee one day 

but we never do

we meet on a park bench

to solve a technical problem

then we meet by chance

he is an old man with a lot of white hair

and i am a woman who never did know her age

He used to promise me coffee but now he just says

I will read you

i will read you

and i think

he does

and like Sylvia Plathe

there is no charge for the showing of my scars





About seagullsea

a seagull flying over the great ocean of life observing.
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