Every morning I
wipe the sleep from my eyes
and shake the dreams from my hair
roll out of bed and face another day
words colliding and jumbling in my head
like 15 radio stations all being received at once
a mix of tears and laughter
I shower off the sleep sweat
and wash myself clean
letting the water soothe my aching back
rinse away the sin
toweling dry
I wipe away the steam from my mirror
and see a small piece of you
drip from my head
leading me back the the bedroom
where I dress
and remember dreams of a future that will never be
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