PRETENDING

I was always pretending,
writing long ohs
into the night.
It calmed me,
pretending.
It rocked me
to sleep
in the empty hollow
of evening.

I was always waiting,
cradled in the vacant
opening of my life,
wiping sleep from
my eyes, reaching
a child’s hand
out to nothing
for something
I could not name.

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