A Moment – Now

In bed - laid on the edge of tears -
but we all are deteriorating -
so these are self-pitying tears
barraged by
this slow use of bagged words -

and you hum a short phrase
as the mobile phones light
our thicker faces

before drawn curtains -
still excluding the morning
and holding . . .

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