I can't imagine a time
when I read a new poem
in a poetry book
and it doesn't make me think of you,
I don't immediately rush to the photocopier
or to my phone to take a picture
to share with you what I've just seen.
I know it has to come,
I know that in weeks or days I have to stop.
That whatever I feel is for me only now,
and not to share with you.
But until then
These are for you.
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