Inside me there are all these untied ends
all these unfinished people
half dolls and half loves

I lament over the tinny smell of regret
the furrowed brow of open sky
wants me to smile at sunshine

But instead, I lose the memory
of the blanket rising and falling with breath
not mine, the designs of mix matched sheets
rushing alongside each other like waves

no, wait, we had sheet sets
blue satin, and another, maroon flannel

but the ones I have now do not belong together

if I longed to fill this bed,
I'd be wrong again,
so I stare at the bookshelf
knowing I'd had too much iced tea
than normal dreams allow

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