Afternoon In April

April air against my face.
Sunlight falling out of place.
A little breeze across the street.
A familiar rhythm underneath.
Windows open, city slow.
There's nowhere else I need to go.
For a moment, time stands still
and I remember how
to feel. Afternoon in April.
Nothing feels the same.
Afternoon in April. Calling out my name.
I don't need forever. I just need this day.
Afternoon in April.
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