you never know
when that feeling will come back
a soft warm sweater that creeps up inside
and stuffs itself just beneath my skin
not enough room for it
so it fills me til i burst
burst into a vapor a fine mist
people on the street are shocked
wonder where i've gone
puzzled looks and then a sigh
they'll continue on their way
and i'm joyful
and i'm scattered to the wind
nothing left of me but smoke
and bits of stuffing
strands of my hair
the way my laugh sounds in your memory
and maybe my bus pass -
i wont be needing it anymore.
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