When I came over yesterday,

I was sure we talked about your shopping.

But then I woke and you escaped me,

Dissipating into fine sea spray,

In the light of the morning.

And try as I might,

I could not remember,

What you told me you wanted.

So, I cried little girl tears into the emptiness.

And out of it came,

“That don’t matter. I ain’t bothered…

See you soon.”

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