Funny, as I first read through your poem, I paused at those lines "before time snaps back" and thought, "I love that." Then I see it's new. Great poem, Brian.
Just realizing, if I seldom know what day of the week it is, there’s no weekends. In fact, I’m on a never ending weekend. When it does end, the Monday after likely will be THE hangover that kills me.
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Great poem, Brian.
Dreams feel good though. Thanks for posting this one, Brian 
