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Night Owl
2:46 am
As the world sleeps under the stars
I hear a chatty owl from afar
“Brandon,” I call it, who was an old friend of mine
I wonder why he’s on my mind?
Long ago, he gave me a picture of us in my car
“We’re Awesome,” it said; those were the best days by far
I stayed up all night, living only for today
But now in the present, I can’t seem to find my way
“Everything’s closed and everyone’s broken,” I think to myself
As my tummy grumbles, my eyes peering to a nearby snack shelf
Brandon just stopped chatting, so now there’s only silence
Except for the infrequent waves of stress-induced tinnitus
I suddenly feel the urge to cry and I’m not exactly sure why
Probably because I have to wave my past self goodbye
The part of me that was wild, brave, and always so wrong
And then I remember she’s not really gone
For our past lives within us to pave the road ahead
Now it’s 3:20, this night owl needs to go to bed
