Sometimes there's the little dreams,

"Yes please," & "No thank you,"'s

That stick, only breaking open when you pull hard enough:


Breaking open air,

And allow you that single second to remember-


The song that /was/ on the radio,

As you faintly wake up and think:

The funeral was practically a year ago.





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