she's drifting
in my arms
near sleep, her eyelids
closing, heavy
with the laborious
plot, the subtitles
in yellow,
the lush strings of violins
telling us how to feel.
she's a cat napping under
the warm blanket.
the movie may never end.
I hear her gentle snore,
feel her heart slow down.
the movie is too long,
it wasn't what we thought,
what is?
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