there is this unhatched egg on my mind
a naked blur in the water
you
floating through my dreams carrying a visual scent
-then i roll over an am half awake in the darkness
5am flashes and I know you are already on the training floor
so what do i do with myself?
i mark off another X on the calendar
call it a testament to love and strength
shedding loneliness and the dream of flesh
coffee brews
a decat on the rosary is spent
and the phone is carried hoping nothing will come from you
until the appropriate time
‘the days are long but the weeks are short’
you are right my dear
5pm flashes on the radio and I create supper
knowing your day still has another 6 hours to go
so what do i do with myself?
i wait for your call
and then i dream another night
of unhatched eggs and skin tone blurs in the water
knowing each day comes sooner and sooner
when one can never get used to sleeping alone…….
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