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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