Where are you?
I am here
you didn't show up
death is not an excuse
I will put more coins
in the parking meter
if I have too
until
I run out of coins
then run out of tears
why oh why
tickets and fines
who cares?
my purse is empty
I have run out of breath
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2024
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