To Be A Poet, Part 3

It’s usually on the days that are a little off
that I miss you most

When the sun is up, but it’s cold outside
Or when it rises too slowly
Or sets too fast

When a stranger is rude
when they could’ve been kind
Or something valuable is lost

These are the days that I miss you most
On the days that are a little bit off

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