It wasn't the soft morning high
of the bleary-eyed lullabye
sung by the bird's perfect tunes
Or the rude awakening lurch
forward facing train's strict march
that allowed me to break in front of you
It was the sadness of your sigh
the misty handprinted goodbye
on the window that I just couldn't see
And it was the way my heart fell
onto the second and third rail
crying "take my life now ---
so that you can breathe"
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