without enough sleep or coffee,
stopping at the cemetery
I am alone in the midst of the stones
but it is not quiet for I have left
the car door wide open
with the music I choose to share blaring
hoping that you might hear
like you would have from the vinyl
on the stereo
when you were a little girl.
"Help me
I think I'm falling in love again..."
Joni, your head stone, and me.
"Didn't if feel good..."
Dancing with my little girl.
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