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Wednesday Morning


I had a dream,

And so it would seem,

It came true the next day.

.

The sun was waking from its slumber,

And though it seemed to hover,

There were no disturbances.

.

We slept on the floor,

Oblivious to what was in store,

What if we decided to go home?

.

As you slept,

I wept,

I seemed to be aware of something.

.

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.

.

Happy birthday.

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