I wake the dead wherever I go.
With a whisper and a
Kiss good morning and good night.
She blinked out of sight.
Wondering who would get the joke,
Peace to the warrior.
Silent surprise and a snicker.
Who would get the joke?
This is a different place,
I’ve never seen these sights before but where I go I feel
Safe.
Always okay like my safety is important to someone enough to keep me
Safe.
Perhaps not happy perhaps not sound perhaps not content
Safe.
I don’t know these sights but I do know I like it here.
There’s a shop let’s not say its name. But there it is.
Is this the world you grew up in I wonder
Shadows and sprinklers and cars going by
It’s not even tomorrow yet, but if I had I bed I would find it right now.
Irony.
I haven’t felt this tired in months.
Now that I took away the way to sleep.
But I like it here.
I’m glad I came it’s very nice I won’t say the name
It’s your name not mine to say besides
I’m just visiting anyway
The end of a tour or a dream or whatever it is
I liked the swing on the beach
And I climbed a tree.
People saw the heron seeing me.
I like it here.
Perhaps I will nap when I find the ocean again.
It’s beautiful.
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