And they will hold it together
through strings of internet thread
and keep a front of solidarity
in bold font, print headline
but
behind folded shades and crumpled sheets
she will curl into a ball of hurt and
he will lie on a cold floor
each trying to feel the getaway
and past-it resignation,
the hope that one day
they will feel warm in bare skin
pushed up against loss.
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