A feeling which starts small

—in an imagined place, people meet
& don’t have a hard time talking.
I had forgotten, like an exposure in waiting,
& associations stretched & linked together
why it is hard to foresee & expect
after this moment becomes known:
the small pieces which make a person.
There are still many new things to wonder,
like which direction your bed will face
or the way your feet will sound against the floor;
something is blinking in the distance—
there are still many things I feel you must know.

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