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Season Finale

The morning before you were born I woke up

in a puddle, alone in bed.

Your dad had fallen asleep on the couch

watching tv, and never made it up.


Three days later when we returned

the sheets were a mess, just as I had left them.

Everything looked the same

but felt infinitely different.


I must have cried at least ten times

wishing he hadn’t slept

that last night

on the couch.


Posted 05/15/15
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