Caskets

Sometimes there's the little dreams,

"Yes please," & "No thank you,"'s

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

-Pop!-

Breaking open air,

And allow you that single second to remember-

locksofhairandteethandacertainsmile;

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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