Lori Boulard - Halved

I wander nomadically around our room
awkward and homeless in our bed

All things familiar seem foreign and far
my space widening uncomfortably

The phone rings, and your voice
right then reconnects the halves

I hang up whole, catch a wink
from a star dying light years away.

Lori Boulard

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