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It never really goes away, does it?
Some mornings I wake up and forget
for a little while
But sooner or later
the skipped heartbeat comes
and with it, the realization
that nothing has changed.
Constant companion
never invited but
arrived with suitcases nonetheless
establishing squatter's rights in the bloodstream.
We lie down at night;
it is the space between us.
We hold hands in the sunlight;
it is the shadow overhead.
We float in the ocean;
it is the undertow that pulls us out to sea.
We are never alone now
It is with us always,
lurking like a lie,
waiting to come crashing down
Crushing
us.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge, Claribel Alegria
