Tuesday Morning
You sleep as though tomorrow
will never come.
I sit staring at tomorrow
in the blue screen.
What if I stay?
What if I go?
Can I believe
you are who you say
in those moments when
your best foot leads –
that tomorrows will mirror
a yesterday
not yet trusted?
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