the kick

Will I wake up in my bed,
swaddled in pastel blue sheets,
Longing for the
Cold, dry side Of my pillow?

I finally woke up. And for the first time,
I don’t remember so clearly.

What once were
Fingers interlocked
in the bus hallway,
I scribe memories
that never were.

I can’t recall severed ties with clarity… and I’m not going to try anymore.

As the cold rushes in,
this is the kick
back to reality.
+MK

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