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in the half light of morning
between the tangles of dreams
and the almost-possibles of day
I lie in bed and listen
birds call to each other
or to no-one
rain falls suddenly on the roof
a car moves someone along the street
someone already upright
eyes open
doing what they have to do
through shuttered eyelids
I listen
to the sound of your breathing
in and out
in and out
your body rolling in stale sheets
beside me
far beyond my reach
I listen to the clock that doesn’t tick
and the one inside my head that never stops ticking
to the lists of should-have-dones
and yet-to-do’s
scrawling themselves across the whiteboard of my brain
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