After 3 cups of coffee
the cynic in me decides to stay in all day
so through his eyes
I read and watch, feel and smell.
“Go away,” I tell him. “I am in a good mood,
I don’t need you now.”
“I was here when you were down,
I was here for you when your heart was broken!”
“Well, I glued the pieces together. Get out.”
“You need me! You love me!”
“You are pathetic. You are nasty! “
“That’s how you like your thoughts.”
After 4 cups of coffee I give in.
We watch the news together.
“See? Without me, you would have been
in tears by now,” he says. “Pass me the vinegar.”