After A Nice Evening Of Poetry Reading

well it is indeed a nice evening
with charles bukowski
it is getting late and i am sleepy
we had so much
shit
and a little understanding of
Humanity
and taking in
other people's point of view
on an almost
made up poem of love and missing those we love

i have to go now
and i do not wish you will die now
for by then you will not miss me again
though
if by luck i still live
i will still admit

i miss you