The Lucky Ones
by Maria M. Urena
(North Hollywood, California, United States )
He woke up in her arms.
I woke up alone.
I can't help but think
How lucky he is,
For escaping the hurt.
How easy it was for him,
While I lay in bed,
Frozen by memory,
Trying to escape myself.
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