that half-awake dreaming state (oscillating ambiance close by)
reminded of a story I wanted to tell him, something he'd laugh at
shake my head awake, going to tell him before I forget
realize without moving that he's gone
something breaks and I slip a little lower
it's the perfect day and he'll never see it
May 1, 2008
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