Coffee Crumblings.

16.

I will write letters to you
Sealed with an anthology of poetry and white glue
crouched on the sofa, confessing to you in sleep defiantly
there's no day when your absence hasn't undressed my anxiety
I wait for the blood pressure calf to deflate
Cringe at the absurdity of the elevating heart rate
Work my way with fork up the lilac plate
There is still so much which needs to be done
Sometimes all I want to do is run.