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tomorrow is missing you

every sunday I arise after friday
amazed to find I am still in one piece
perfectly aware one day
it will not always be this way

there are mountains to the west
and ocean green to the south
I flip a coin to decide which way to go

where there was once war
now resides everlasting peace
(and vice versa)
just like great lakes are deserts

at times I find myself intrigued
and content and borderline desperate
chasing answers to age-old catechisms

in the end I find comfort in the legitimacy
of my inner voice whispering in my ear
whether I’m wide awake or deep in sleep
reminding me there will come a time
we shall reunite




may two thousand eighteen
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