The bird chatter dives deep into my unconscious, pecking its way into my dreams, is there a sweeter way to wake than a mild breeze on your cheek, windows wide open, all of life unfurling ahead of you? She says she's packing her bags, says I'll see you soon, and it's almost, almost possible that she means it. It's been years since there was the slightest kindling resembling hope at your fingertips, you caress it now like a frail baby bird, afraid you'll scare it off. You try to get through the day's to-do list, but the seedlings vibrating in the ground send tingles up your spine, you know the whole world around you is quietly buzzing, waiting for the right moment to burst.
Just a little longer now.
We'll be fireworks again.
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