Existence
Sometimes I wonder if I share the same
transparent property as water and air
if the frequency of my voice is too low
or high to be heard by human ears
if I simply vanished would anyone care
Perhaps the past forty years have been a dream
a nightmare of sheer banality from which
I’ll wake with a scream in the middle of the night
scaring you from a sound slumber too
wrapping your strong arms around me tight
assuring me everything will be alright
as you soothingly stroke my hair
easing me lovingly back to sleep
with a gentle kiss upon my forehead
as we have a flight to catch
first thing the next morning
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