We're eating lunch
and someone says your name
and he asks
how is she anyway?
There's an orchestra in my heart
that's playing just for you
and playing happy now
because they care.
They don't care like I do
maybe
they don't study you
when you're not looking
and ask you how your weekend was
but they think about you too.
I think about you too.
He thinks about you too.
We care.
My eyelids stay together
every blink
a little longer than usual wishing
I were still asleep
I don't remember not sleeping
last night
but I guess
that's just the way it is
first block
The red truck blue truck cap
Bright blue, not pretty
Like dancing eyes no
This is down to business blue eyes hardened
After too many people said no
After too many yesses didn’t work out
It was like your second cousin,
the one who stopped coming
to Thanksgiving
most of the time
but shows up sometimes
and you remember a picture
of her holding baby you
with blond curls and energy always
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