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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