Updated: Apr 1, 2020
i am like a squirrel
in that
i am easily distracted.
you put an iced coffee in my hands,
and i forget everything but my love for you.
however,
the squirrel and i are different,
too.
see, the squirrel has tasks
to focus on.
nuts to crack, trees to climb;
the distraction,
for him,
is a bad thing.
all i have
to be distracted from
is sadness,
so
thank-you.
~mj
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