Somehow a Mercy

[thisnewday]

A little
after daylight
I pull
the covers up
and try
again
to sleep,

wondering
how this life
that others
seem intent
on making
for themselves
can ever be
a life
for you;

each time
you leave
you call
repeatedly,
"Bye, Poppa,
bye,"

the window
by your seat
rolled down
as if it were
somehow a mercy
for each of us
to clearly see
the other
disappear...

LPK
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9.18.6 (a)
6:30 am