his heart breaks and he laughs
because there is no holding onto anything
not even the delight of the fact
a heart is meant to be broken
the moon is more and so is the ridge
that the moon ran past as he drove on interstate 5
part of a sea of bobbing headlights
counter to the glowing tail lights
faced by the dark house he entered it
faced by white comforter and sheets he lay in them
resented by sleep he dreamed
and then it was a new dawn
he had coffee
he saw friends
he listens
he was not alone
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