Lying in bed in the morning
Remembering dinner the night before,
Worrying…
Does everyone do this?
Analyze the subtle cues
We may have missed in last night’s gathering?
Wonder if we talked too much or too little,
Said something wrong or laughed too loud
Or failed to include someone in the conversation…
As light slowly fills the room
I raise the blinds.
The haze that drifts over the mountain
Has already faded away by the end of this poem,
But the unease lingers.
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