Why Do You?

Why do you fall over and expect someone to help you up?

Why do you drink whisky from a mug and not a glass?

Why do you think about me when you’re lonely?

Why do you think about me when you’re cold?

Why do you think about me, as if I exist? I died a thousand hours ago.

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