a state between
not like a district, a territory
the space where the sheets touch - flat, cold
quiet upon wakeup, disoriented spiral
before landing, still unsteady
a gap between an asked question -
possible answer still unuttered
weariness of asking
disappointment at lit windows
at dark windows
someone else's phone calls
the look of a friend in someone else's mirror
wonder without solid ground
fading dark to sleeplessness
waiting, but for what
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