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writing by barbara nadalini priesnitz
The Affair
In my dreams last night
I met a man
Someone's son
Maybe someone's husband
And it was a great surprise to us
That we snapped together
Like two intricate magnets
With impossible hollow places
And quick cutaways
Perfectly mirrored and met
Consummate
But every morning we faced
An unthinkable separation
An exhausting effort
To juggle those other lives
The obligations of before
Obliterated each night
In our perfect connection
Ultimately
The daily re-finding
The shooing away
Of all that was not us
Broke down
And we were lost to each other
No phones
No keys
No explanations
Then I woke up
And it was really over.
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