Was I sleeping?
Stacking books in a box,
or sorting odds and ends?
Was I snoring,
fighting off the morning,
or was I bored,
eating sushi,
pouring a drink?
Was I standing by the sink
washing dishes,
wishing someone else would wash them?
Was I laughing at a silly joke,
or poking at the laundry pile?
Was it while I walked the dogs,
or swept the floor,
or before I woke,
even while I dreamed of you?
Maybe if I knew just when
and promised
never to do that thing again --
maybe then
I could hear you breathe
again.
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