(with thanks to @DearRedhead, who told me to write a poem with the word abreast in it...)
you
become you
when your eyes
open after
lidded hours
sparkling
like dew
you
become you
in the shower
washing away
the dust
of dead dreams
you
become you
before you go
as you
figure out
what to wear
you
become you
as you fill in
the tiny treasons
of timelines
etched
upon your face
you
become you
when you
are not here
in sterile offices
where no sun
shines through
you
become you
in a thousand
small increments
I cannot
keep abreast of
and you
become you
without me
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