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No child's voice was heard the day after
christmas lights were on
but no one really noticed
all the wine had been opened
football was always on the tv
if it wasn't for the chills of the wind
we would define ourselves as beach bums
one thing surfaced like waves on the beach
we were together
what I learned from the separation
was so simple
sometimes you just can't take family for granted
sometimes you are alone with your conflicting emotions
the one's close to you are farther then a handshake away
there is no finish line or award for just dealing with it
the middle isn't like a piece of turkey huddled in sandwich
but a ship going down surrounded by a deep dark ocean
freezing the bones of the crew
when we survive it is best not to look back