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I pretend, sometimes,
that someone
is in the other room.
I call out,
Honey will you
bring me a blanket?

Will you make me some tea?

If I shriek at a spider
no one runs into the room
eyes wide, hand over heart
for reassurance
that everything is okay.

To be fair, when someone was in the house
it drove me crazy,
even when it was someone I loved.
And he never brought me tea

anyway.

NaPoWriMo 29
Prompt: a meditation

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