Hope Automatic

I wish you away
The Valentine’s Day
50 pounding headaches ago

I
Sanely spoke
I
Tread purposefully
I
Smiled, generally

Hope was automatic
The mirror and I, friends
I walked free of you then

Spring forward to Saturday
This happy day
Rearview mirrors ripped away
Now comes Springtime
Again

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