michael keshigian




He lies awake
during the small hours of quiet
after midnight and focuses upon
the husky rhythmic patterns of breath
which sustain her
in stark contrast
to the stillness of her soul
reflected on her face.
He wonders,
after sharing years of secure abandon,
about the first day he enters
this ritual of repose alone
should she render
to permanent slumber before him,
and realizes his ordinarily vivid imagination
dares not trespass
upon unfathomable ground.
Yet, he persists conjecture,
still unable to complete the thought
and as unnerving sensations invade his psyche,
he rises to write these lines
in hopeful diversion
to an inevitable confrontation
from his perspective or hers.



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