The year was gone and you were getting close
to finding out that time is like a smile—
for show or real or sometimes in between,
like a snowy carriage ride all alone.
When things were making sense inside your head,
a sound rattled you from your quiet sleep
and told you that you had just missed the world.
What made the sound you knew you heard that night
was something that you’ll never hear again,
it was as if you heard a petal fall
or touched a sad love song you sung to once.
The month will end and nothing will have changed.
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