front row
sometimes i wake up
itching to tell
an audience somewhere
about our little world
and all the new things
that we’ve done since last
they saw us, like
a tv show from their past
and then i walk in
to our living room, and
look around for a
moment, and realize
you left our world
a long time ago
and i’m the only one
sitting in an empty front row.
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