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On Waking Without You
I wake to walls.
No feet running, no kettle hissing.
Only the tap of a message not sent.
If I had written to you earlier,
perhaps the morning would feel less like an ending
and more like something possible.
Instead,
I scroll past lives I do not live.
And tell myself:
Next sunrise, maybe.
Copyright ©
Kell Futoll
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