You are tough to buy for
But not just at Christmas
I debated on beach front property
And knew you would hate to have
Plastic bottles and syringes wash up on your gift.
I considered a bouquet of star gazer lilies
And remembered to you they are already dying,
Corpses of fading beauty propped up in their coffin.
I tossed out the idea of my kisses
For it seems to you they are only the in roads
To places you no longer want to go.
So I will give you
All you seem to crave-
My absence.














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