for the day, to talk
to you, in a curious way.
i quickly checked,
and again
five minutes later,
and saw your absence
written in clear.
and then it was night,
since i took a nap,
then another nap,
having done nothing,
really, that i
was supposed to do.
and you, still missing,
had laughed in your time,
had smiled and shouted
and swum through your day,
like the fish pulled on
by its magnetic disk.
but i have slept,
and sat, so silent,
without speaking,
without one sigh.
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