waking to morning
nothing is familiar
bird song is distant
rolling wheels of service
clean linen w/ aroma
wafting the corridor.
eyes open now
a new morning
daily prayers
become increasingly
vain.
familiar search
amidst absolute
searing silence
close my eyes
close my eyes
will she be near me
behind glass wall
seeing eternity
hearing everything
without you
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