Wednesday Morning

I had a dream,

And so it would seem,

It came true the next day.

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The sun was waking from its slumber,

And though it seemed to hover,

There were no disturbances.

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We slept on the floor,

Oblivious to what was in store,

What if we decided to go home?

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As you slept,

I wept,

I seemed to be aware of something.

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Was it a bang?

Could you hang on for a moment?

Or was it just a boom,

That you faded into through the loom?

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I feel guilty,

Even filthy,

That we weren't there with you.

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Now blow out your candles,

Make a wish that you can handle,

And float away with a part of my heart in tow.

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Happy birthday.

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