no dreams to remember
but there is a rooster
I hear him and think
this is not real
but casually
there's an honesty
the hope in our reverie
is not to feel
late at night
I understand my mother
sometimes it's hard to wrap
your arms around alone
biologically
there's a tendency
to fill the vacancy
under the pretense
of just getting some
held hands
hold answers
and the answer this time
is no
there's an urgency
the conversation's deep
but our talk is cheap
when words are all we know
didn't want to wake up alone
so we shared some pain
in each other's arms
it's nice to pretend
that the ease with which
we leave each other
will ease the pain
of leaving them
you might comfort me
temporarily
but in the end
I'm left with me
and I might help you
some kind of peace might get through
but in the end
you're left with only you
it's hard to say
but as I walk away
I know we'll both be okay
when all is said and done
this is not vulnerability
it's solidarity
distraction can be the key
to moving on
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