Woke Up Missing

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This Easter

This writing might seem sentimental

But it is what is

Feeling dreamy and dead

And my grandma was in my dreams

As vivid as standing in front of me

As vivid as writing this poem now

This Easter. And I am not very religious

But i sit in bed this Sunday morning

Knowing she’s been dead ten years

At least. And is causing sadness

Sometimes the worst thing you

Can do is remember a dream

And try to make it real again

This sliced peared heart

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