| Coffee Cans
Counting the cans of coffee gone through
My coffee maker since the day you
Supposed you'd be here, just guessing, I know,
Last month when the world was covered with snow.
Now the world's thawed and I'm still waiting here
Both wanting and dreading your next guess, my dear,
Counting the cans of coffee gone through
Wondering when and still missing you.
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Counting the sheets of paper spent
Printing out letters and e-mail we've sent
Bound in a black book which I read every week
Gleaning intentions, direct and oblique.
Too many questions have yet no answer,
Alas for me, no necromancer,
Counting the sheets of paper spent,
Divination failing to reveal your intent.
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Counting the books I have read while I wait
Books about heroes and villains and saints
Books that bore me and drive me back to
The black book written by me and by you.
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