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Waking up
and seeing you
at that time of the day
when coffees are brewed
and pancakes are tossed
is my favorite memory
of you, of us.

Holding you and
Letting you go
at that time of the day
when cigarettes are flicked
and beers overflowed
is the most haunting memory
of you, of us.

Lying awake
and realizing
(that you are never coming back)
at that time of the day
when roosters crow
and street lights lose their glow
is what hurts the most.

There’s no more you, no more us.

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