Some days it feels like you put your shoes
on the wrong feet. Not someone else’s,
but left on right, and right on left.
And some day, in your wallet you find
a scrap of envelope with a number
and a name, of no one you recall.
Then one day they uncover a grave
from a battle we should remember.
The soldiers had gone missing but now
are found. Someone living can dream.
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