I don't want to see you for coffee,
or lunch,
or whenever.
I find you tiresome,
clichéd,
forced.
But I admire your persistence,
though.
Looking forward to your next text message,
which will sadly remain
unread,
unanswered,
unloved.
The Collected Works of Ziad Hafiz Razak
My life in verse and prose.
I don't want to see you for coffee,
or lunch,
or whenever.
I find you tiresome,
clichéd,
forced.
But I admire your persistence,
though.
Looking forward to your next text message,
which will sadly remain
unread,
unanswered,
unloved.