• Vol. 01
  • Chapter 07
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Shared awakening

It's a sight I never see:
my other half shouldering dawn,
skin touching, pillow worn
and nested.

Others do: for granted each one's he or she,
sharing breath, touching skin,
separate, yet more than kin:
night rested.

Togetherness is key...
the daily norm, the tiny things;
the kitten's news, the shower sing...
mundaness tested.

I do not wake to see another's knee.
I'm the statistic;
single, fatalastic...
There is no "we" for me.