I've got to tell you <br />how I love you always <br />I think of it on grey <br />mornings with death <br /> <br />in my mouth the tea <br />is never hot enough <br />then and the cigarette <br />dry the maroon robe <br /> <br />chills me I need you <br />and look out the window <br />at the noiseless snow <br /> <br />At night on the dock <br />the buses glow like <br />clouds and I am lonely <br />thinking of flutes <br /> <br />I miss you always <br />when I go to the beach <br />the sand is wet with <br />tears that seem mine <br /> <br />although I never weep <br />and hold you in my <br />heart with a very real <br />humor you'd be proud of <br /> <br />the parking lot is <br />crowded and I stand <br />rattling my keys the car <br />is empty as a bicycle <br /> <br />what are you doing now <br />where did you eat your <br />lunch and were there <br />lots of anchovies it <br /> <br />is difficult to think <br />of you without me in <br />the sentence you depress <br />me when you are alone <br /> <br />Last night the stars <br />were numerous and today <br />snow is their calling <br />card I'll not be cordial <br /> <br />there is nothing that <br />distracts me music is <br />only a crossword puzzle <br />do you know how it is <br /> <br />when you are the only <br />passenger if there is a <br />place further from me <br />I beg you do not go<br /><br />Frank O'Hara<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morning-2/
