You might not respond.
You might not say anything at all.
But I know in the long run, I'll eventually stumble and fall.
And will I get back up again,
or will I just stay down and then whine about it?
I just need a minute to decide.
Wrap my mind around it.
And I hope you respond.
I hope you say anything at all.
I often confuse Santa Clara with Santa Cruz.
And every once in a while, I get the California blues.
But I don't miss the place.
I mostly miss the people.
And they told me that people get replaced.
I guess I shouldn't have believed them.
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