There's so much left
I'm sure I have to say -
just a few scraps of paper more
& I'm sure this'll be complete.

A few more hours,
a few more cigarettes,
just one more cup of coffee
& one more nap with you.

Just a few things
to remember this place by.

Keep these books,
frame these photographs
& let them line your walls,
would you please?

Just a few more days,
a few more illegal drinks,
a few more open condom wrappers,
& a few more...

Just a few more days
uninterrupted with you.

Take my hand,
I'm not quite ready
to go, anymore.

But there are some things,
some things you just can't -

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