Give me two weeks notice
before you stop
coming to this coffee shop
as the withdrawal won't be nice.
Give me your first and last
glance
in advance
so as to prepare me for the worst.
File a claim after each of these
accidental encounters
and I'll count yours
as my favorite injuries.
Notify me of any changes in your mood
for my romantic fallacy
is by your fancy
not the weather of the world.
In the event of some circumstance,
unforeseen,
when you desire me,
could you begin resuscitation, by chance?
