If you do not come

If I go alone
and you do not come
the cold moon
will watch us both,
separate and apart,
with the distant glare
of a Siamese cat.

If you do not go
And I alone come
I will stand, drinking
in the happy chatter
and not hear a word,
looking over shoulders
at an empty chair.

If only I go and you,
you do not come
and walking home alone
I cry out
It will be lost
in the lewd howling
of the feral cats.

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