sad days are the prequel to a sleepless plight

the day is the beginning, the real fight begins at night

armed with pen and paper, I begin the labor

to replay the last meaningful conversation

thus begins the first dissection

and when there is nothing left to deconstruct

finally, the comfort of being tucked

calms the mind and shuts the eyes

I am reminded that I shall smile

like the sun shall rise

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