In those faintly lit moments when
I barely open my eyes and
the thin transparent eyelid
mapped with wispy veins
barely reveals the gray shapes of reality which loom behind it.
When I finally sit up and arch my back
Stretching taught muscles
Willing my spine to start breathing again.
When I lay on my back with my knees carelessly laid open
and look at the pictures covering my walls.
In the hours spent walking around this city
thinking about slipping and falling
Wishing for more coffee
noticing that no one else is trying so desperately to make eye contact.
After brushing my hair with my fingers
catching the dead loose strands
taking slight pleasure in seeing how many there are
And once I finally lay down to fall asleep and
sort of pretend like I can feel the weight of his body
regardless of how fleeting they may be--
in these moments, I am finally whole.
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