No sense

I don’t know why

I bemoan the lack of space

and time

I have

to write

when every morning

as S snuffles to sleep

I tiptoe into

the bedroom

close the blinds

wrap myself

in dark blue bliss

and close my eyes.

I make

no sense.

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