For What It’s Worth

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4 a.m.
has a way
of filling me with the urge to write
love letters and apologies
to another life.

Like,
“I love you
and
I’m so sorry
I set off the smoke alarm
while you were trying to sleep.
I just wanted to make some
chocolate chip cookies,
but I passed out on the couch.
For what it’s worth,
all the cookies burned
into the shapes of hearts
and the letters of your name.
For what it’s worth,
I was totally dreaming of you
the entire time.”

© Gina Clingan 2021