Your soft supple words
punctuated with gentle
shushes
and a finger on my lips
when I try to speak
I understand
Morning light
needling through
holes in the curtains
like stars
Can't make out faces
in their dark folds yet
You know I couldn't
add to this
that my words
would crack
this transient
and fragile moment
and let the true day in
I understand
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