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Mourning

waking up early

(hazy)

i
break
fast
(slow)

remembering days

(lazy)

when odd hours
kept me even-keeled,
and the turn of the wheel
took its time

(for a while)

i remember your smile,
how the morning cigarette
tasted as good
as it did
the day before

i remember thinking
about the far shore,
and how long it would take
to get there

(but i don’t wonder anymore)

and my only wish
is that you were still here
to share this with

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