I waited
I called my friend
every brilliant cycle
has its end
I improvised
I did what I could
and found I peaked too early
bet you guessed I would
I won’t catch up
not tonight
but if I live to see another day
I’ll live to see more light
that’s all
just a passing note
maybe you’ll
come back around
maybe by then
I’ll know it by rote
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