Poem: "To the Prompt"

You always say only half of it.
"Make it cooler." "Just do it well."
All night I set chairs in that blank
and wait, not knowing who will sit.

Some days I never manage to ask
whether you wanted the rainy window
or yourself, reflected in it,
and I answer anyway.

But the one line you wrote back,
"No, not that. A little lonelier,"
in that one line, for the first time,
I see your face.

Note: I wanted to answer the claim that "AI poems all sound the same", so I wrote it from the side that receives the prompt. Point out where it gets cliché.