you thought you heard
her whisper kindly
to you in your sleep,
but it was the wind
coming through
a crease in the old
wooden windows.
but it was good
enough to get you
through the night.
you'll listen again,
and wait patiently
for another whisper
or two when you
lie back down
at the end of light.
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