each night I’ll sleep a minute longer –
another inch of healing away from you,
i’ll talk a good game until my eyes can close –
then tiptoe around the thought of you,
on a couch –
whispering about your closed doors that couldn’t open,
or wouldn’t –
no matter what gust of love blew.
Editor: Bryonie Wise
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