I washed up from sleep with it,
tears in my eyes.
Something about my children,
about wasted time (I have never been away from them)
about regret (nothing on the day)
about loss (they all slept peacefully in the same house).

I asked what my dreams accused me of,
they crept back into forgetfulness,
having won their point.

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