Zywa As usual

He is late, as usual
It's his car, he decides
when we go home
At least, if he does come

And after the party he will say: Come
it was a nice evening, wasn't it?

but if he absolutely needs to
I'll let him, I'll let him

come until he screams
for mercy - nobody can hear it
The wind will blow, the grass will wave
and I will turn around to sleep

I love him, I know why
and he should be able to do better
I am worth it, and he too
If I only could teach him

Poem 4787
Amsterdam, 2022-11-08

South Carolina Morning (Edward Hopper)
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Collection: NightWatch 
Keyword: Love: flawed/doubt/powerless 
Tribute to: Hopper, Edward 
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