Juan Carlos De Santiago Poems

The first time I saw my cat Mikey
was at my neighbor's house;
He wasn't my cat yet, but theirs.
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They say that it's the little things,
the ones that matter most,
that without them, true love dries,
withered roses on the floor.
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Have you noticed?

The fact that I am perpetually
on the precipice of your event horizon,
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I still have your Christmas present,
The one from last year I mean.
I think you might still have mine,
That's fine.
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