In the near-silent night
you awaken
to unfamiliar sounds.
Who could be
in the living room
now that you aren’t there?
You are unknowing —
doesn’t that create a moment
of comfort? That something
finds peace there in the same place
you do? Someone
loves what you love, even for
a split second. You shrug
and fall back asleep
no warmer, no cooler —
doubt you will recall this
in the morning — doubt
it ever happened — no peace
came through and the next morning
it will be only a ghost
if it exists at all.

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onward,
T