i miss you like swiss
cheese…
i miss you through holes you
forgot to
fill with love while you
traipse around the world … traipse
around … eating
swiss cheese i suppose…
you sit in
important cafe’s with
your new wife … i
hear she’s rich… so
i guess you’re really lucky … but
i guess i’m
…not…
because
i can
only
a lonely
watch you through
swiss cheese
windows … my
hope melts…and
i wilt like
day old flowers
in cafe’
vases

I like the last part about day old flowers. And cool metaphor, throughout!
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Thanks gnomie:).. My Anne
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