I went to coffee tree to buy
a bukowski poetry book
Charles knew what I was going through
So sad and depressed
I need you in my life
I told the cashier I wrote love poems
She said I was the last of my kind
I told her I mostly wrote about you
But it would never work out
except on paper
Walking out I saw your vehicle at the stop sign
It seemed to linger there a little longer than
it needed to.
It left me wondering, wishing perhaps.
Did you see me too?
Please give honest answers. I can take criticism.
Thanks in advance,
Kevin

