box of bits

a box of bits and pieces
was left outside
a bowl of something
so foul
was on the table
I forgot what it means
to be so sick
I forgot how it feels
to be the one
kicked
Happy Days
you know
those things you
dream of
Happy Times
you know
the ones you always
talk about
that never happen
because you don’t
want to
or can’t
think it right
now
it’s in a box
left outside

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