I want to fill
him
with gin
so he might
let me in
somewhat.
Those caught
glimpses
of
fraught
thought
enthrall and frustrate
but ultimately
leave me
alone.
So I drink
and drink
and wait (like a fool)
When he smiles
I'm relieved
because
I feel like
he's returned
from
that private place
I have no right
to infiltrate.
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