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Sep 2014
"sorry"
that it took an extra two minutes
to get to the house,

that the air is thin
in the mountains,

that you're not "used to"
driving through thick forest,

because I'm sick of being reminded
that there's not enough air to go around.

The forest you drove through,
photosynthesis?
Still happening,
which means,
oxygen.

The mountain air,
yeah, it's thin,
but ******,
we should be used to it,
at least by now,

yet still,
those extra two minutes,
those same two
that you keep adding a "sorry" to,
please,
enough *******,
just stop with the "sorry."

I know it's not your fault,
yet still,
please just bear with it for now
and be silent.

Nothing you say
can put oxygen
back into
a dead friend's lungs.
No specific memory associated. Just had some intense feelings this evening, and thought I'd write a little.
Kevin Kurt Nepomuceno
Written by
Kevin Kurt Nepomuceno  Bolingbrook, IL
(Bolingbrook, IL)   
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