We were watching
TV like usual
not the sun setting,
not the birds flying.
The walks
not slow, not on beaches
but quick to reach
the remote control.
Here the couch
I wished was
rock. There
a coffee table,
I prayed was sand.
Somewhere, our clothes
upstairs, the thing
you sleep in
I hoped was
heaven.
YOU ARE READING
(Hope this is not trash) Poetry
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