I think about my dead
it. Maybe out of a desire
to think about my dead.
To have things done
about the dream I lived
differently - also known
as life with my family.
Also known as regret,
like the time we were,
additionally, it. Maybe,
from an inability to
be happy, like poetry
that releases yourself,
when you laugh. I laugh,
or others, from past words
like ticketyboo or some
actions, like sitting on the
also.