she pondered losing weight,
he pondered learning a new language
for travels he would never take,
dreaming about them in that place
between sleep and wake,
she pondered telling him she loved him,
being a better person, and cooking
coq au vin for Valentine's Day,
she decided that touching her toes
(without bending her knees)
was good enough for next year.
no sense in promising the impossible.
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