When Morning Comes…

was distracted, was detached.
Words that could have been spoken.
Moments that could have been captured.
Journeys that could have been treasured enough.

I took the bus this morning wishing it would go on,
and when it finally stops, I could be somewhere only we know.

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I, Will Be.

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