Stick your hand into the air and catch the morning sun.
It is because if it wasn't then it was something that couldn't be done.
Ghost ferries carry passengers across the river and scare them just for fun.
Roll stringy play-dough through my fingers and stack it on my plate like spaghetti but I think I'm the only one.
Place a romantic gift meant for no one else with a special trinket in it high up on a shelf without ever sending it so I know you'll never see it come.
In a box high up on a shelf my heart waits for you and no one else, ready to be shipped, but the label is smudged along with the address and zip. If I could send it then I would but that's one of those things that can't be done.
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