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a dark bedroom, muted purples and greens. a bedside table
great expectations filled the insides until the doors burst open
a file organized of loose ends
message of certainties
in some way existing i never was able to choose
and blame it on the grey skies, the sogged out grass beds of the spring
paused and not quite showing the finality of anything at all
in the midst of a process, a neverending place of rest
a place of rest that never's met
and my old dog rests his heavy weight on the maple wood floor
groans in his sleep louder than before
he reached the place
he found comfort
and still dreams of youthful strength.
early mornings i find my arms over my head
some kind of warm sweat
still i want to feel the heavy blankets
the open window makes my door clang a little back and forth
i hear dog paws running in their sleep beside me
a cat snuggles in
we all look for that kind of comfort
that hold space
that pattern that returns
repeats
and reach that familiar quiet
you'll find my light on