This morning

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Your bed is empty
and yet our hearts remain full.

Chase that squirrel baby.

too much

when it’s all too much
to see a place for respite.

watch the cursor blink

Each morning he walks
Against traffic to get there.
Where are you going?

Cliche pouring rain
still has the power to flood.

Cold sore scars anyway.