I don't want to miss

Friends inquire,as friends do,softly,why I refuse offers to drink—for what causeI choose to fast, denymyselfwhat's meant for bliss,and then tooriskoffense.

I reply,kindly,I don't want to missa single thought—the smallest cueGod's giving me.

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