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1 a.m.
Mary A., Fullerton, CA

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By Alecia D., Atlantic Beach, FL

I meant to forget,
But it's 1 a.m. and the cooler weather is approaching
Now I remember those front porch kisses in March
While thinking I can't wait to see you tomorrow
And I'll get to see you -
See you
Without a pulse of your own
And our sunken face
From insomnia and malnutrition
See you
And your Cappy grin that you show no one else
See you
And the hopeless romantic side
that you would give your hands before showing
Ah, yes, your hands
The ones that I held so often
And would give anything to hold again because
maybe they'll be un-blued
And maybe they'll have a pulse this time
Maybe they'll keep mine warm this time
Because it's 1 a.m. and the cooler weather is approaching
And yes, I still remember those front porch kisses in March
While thinking I can't wait to see you tomorrow.





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