the fifth day

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I see her

on the swings

at lunch


it feels like

we are kids again


I walk up to her

my words are hidden

my throat is tight


"what are you waiting for?"


she points

with her eyes

at the open seat


I sit down


I pump my legs

and try to reach her


I look up

at the blue sky


we agree to jump

together


we fall down onto the grass

together


we laugh on our backs

together


it is a special day

a day in the life


the days after it

will have her there


the future

has her in it

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