321/365: The Watcher

I sat up in the middle of the night
and I felt her there,
present and watching around the edges of my room.
In life, we rarely spoke,
and now she watches without speaking.
We wait.

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322/365: We're In the Middle

I Went to the First Canadian Unveiling of the Ford 2015 Super Duty, and I Liked It