In-between remembering and forgetting
the differences in life and death
metaphorically
not physically
I took a gamble on something
that I never thought I would
reluctant to take the first step
hesitant to take the second
I succumbed with the third
Oh—joy
my eyes opened
heart sang
why had I shielded my destiny
beneath fruitless
insignificant blether
privy to something great
nightingales sang in my honour
a crown of babies'-breathe and daisies
lined my head—
joyous love
laughter
how much had I missed
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