Hurrah

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To us, who never felt right in this world

To us, troublemakers and saints alike

To us, dots taking up a square space

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Hurrah.

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We never stopped breathing

We never stopped trying

We worked and worked and worked to make life work

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Hurrah.

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To us, to you, and to me.

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Childhood Innocence

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I mourn all the childhood lost between the crevices of growth

I silently plead for children to never lose that innocence

I begged for them to remember just how beautiful life can be

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Yet the waves of humanity could not contain its disdain in the face of innocence

And the more we explored the less we knew about kindness and acceptance

We let our children loose among the chaos unfolding in our universe

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What is growing up if not losing all that made you a child

And letting go of the unbridled joy from ages long gone?

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A Phone Call to Your Grave

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Sometimes I wait for your periodic calls to come in

I know you’d do that every few months or so

But it never did. Because you’re gone now

And I don’t think the world beyond has wi-fi

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Sometimes I’d refresh the notifications for your messages

I wish I initiated more of them

But I didn’t. And you’re not here anymore

And the landline at yours would never connect to mine’s

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Sometimes I get sad when things get too silent

I can’t pick up the phone and call you

But with each day. I slowly forget your existence

And how you sound, smell, and feel

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Sometimes I wish these tactile memories are forever

I really miss you on this side of reality

But I can’t find. A resemblance to a good connection

And there’s no direct line to heaven.