regression
I wasn’t prepared to handle
the grief that would fill me
in the dead of the night
there was a muffled cry
coming from outside
and in my confused mindset
I believed I was participating
in a waking dream
turning on the front porch light
I unlocked the door
bewildered to find my former self
curled up in a little ball
weeping ever so slightly
in my sleep
july two thousand twenty-four
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