Written in a coffee shop, for all you lonesome lovers.
I will not settle for muffin scraps,
those neglected shavings you pay no attention to
but which I might bite on fast and swallow
and so delude myself I have been given the real thing.
They are but a poor fragment
of the full substance of your sweetness,
and you will leave no trail of crumbs
for me to follow you home.
Quill Aquiver 