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I miss afternoons

In my grandmother’s garden

I wonder how she’s doing right now

It’s hard to sleep

When I’m thinking of

Everything

I miss early mornings

Picking the stems

Searching for the right shape

I miss early mornings

When the sun would rise

And colors and light would fill both my eyes

I miss the late nights

In your backyard

Just wondering

When will the stars will start?

Will you still hold my hand

Will you walk with me

to a lighter land?

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Something is different

But I couldn’t tell

Something was different

And then I fell

I miss afternoons

In my grandmother’s garden

Never a care in the wordl

But now its unsafe there

the dogs have taken over

and her smile isnt quite as kind

I miss late september

Exploring deep within

trees and leaves swaying

And the chilly wind

I miss mid october

With my blue hair

everyone wondering

What I thought up there

But it didnt matter

No it never did

I was just me, still a little kid

Oh, to go back

Deep in the forest

or up in the safety land

Oh, to go back

To stay by her side

To see you hold her and cry

Oh, to go back

I could go back

If I could just

Remember.