Laughing at Breakfast

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I was laughing at breakfast, painting

outlines of all your little failures

I was screaming at dinner, angry

at your sharpened shining success

I was crying at supper, pondering

the loss of the comforts we shared

I went outside and stared at the sky,

and for a while, I wondered why?

I discovered that I could not decide

which one of us should die

Just one of those thoughts you think

when all you taste is dread

I was laughing this morning at breakfast

wondering what if we were dead….

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