It's a rare occasion I get everything done.
Sometimes, at the end of the day -
I'll remember something I've forgotten.
It's then I'll justify to myself the reasons
for leaving it until tomorrow.
Now and again they'll be a trigger -
something will remind me,
like the sound of a school bus.
Only then will an image of you appear in my thoughts,
sitting there on the curb
waiting for me.
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