When we are awakened by loved ones
who have already made their earthly beds,
moments are created where cranial sutures swell at their seams
and unnoticed pulses race
amidst the stage-stealing lack of breath.
Those times are only sought
when search is surrendered
and heavy hearts melt in pouring disappointments.
When those loved ones pull on toes
hanging out from the covers,
to give rise to verses and brief moments of debating,
"Was that, or wasn't it?
Did it, or didn't it?"
Only then is the bridge gapped
to where one knows,
and sees life is well beyond the blanketed bed.
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