She sleeps
beside me
but I have no idea
who she is.
I knew her once
very well
some time ago.
Maybe a week
or 10 years
have passed –
I don’t sleep anymore.
As a shadow
of my former self
she is merely
an apparition
and as real
as this night
falls upon the crooked earth
in a gold car
with the windows up
she sleeps beside me
but neither of us
are really present
here.
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