Attempts to Reconcile

Not fully realized
Within the hours I sleep
I carry them along

I dine with them
I drink to them
When alone
I speak of them

At times more about one than another
At times never about one
But I carry that along too
Whims and urges demand that

Not even fully realized
Within this space
I leave them for sleep
And the next day


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