Or maybe…

 this one’s better?…

 

It’s cold again, as it should have been in March

I made my way down to the moss-covered arch

Then I lifted myself toward heaven with a shot

From a cannon in a past life I bought.

 

Lost car keys, empty beer cans, wife distraught

In a world of loneliness

I imagine a kiss

One that I would miss.

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