we laid in your bed and mumbled
together
consciously allowing ourselves to experience the absence of
loneliness
resigned to the knowledge that we will never be able to fully
express anything
in the morning your breath was sour and i felt angry at
you
i imagined the sound of your voice, in the future
when you hate me more than you ever have
then i felt the comforting abrupt movements
of your hand pushing against my face
i was reminded of a hospital waiting room
ten years ago
when i still had asthma attacks
last night i had several
nonspecific thoughts- mira gonzalez
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