Often,
I lie awake.
Waiting for sleep.
And in this time of restful limbo
the past emerges from the shadows
and presents itself for my inspection.
Not in a haunting way,
although it can be haunting.
Faces and situations march by
slow and deliberate.
Sometimes regret
drags the corners of my mouth
and furrows my brow.
Or shame
heats up my cheeks,
flushed in the safety of my covers.
But successes too.
Former childhood adventures,
bygone romantic pleasures,
and bested erstwhile aggressors
bring a comfort
to my comforter cocoon.
And after replaying
all the miles and years-
I sleep.
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