late at night
i lay down my key
every unbidden thought, tear, and smile
wells forth to be expressed
but only to my shadowed ceiling
and the lost black-beetle crawling
down the dusky wall
late, after the sun has long set and no color lights the sky
and i will soon be dragged from what should have been my own slumber
i lay here
thinking of myself, i wish
but more honestly of you and your broad shoulders
i used to lie in the shadows of you
pretending, hoping, dreaming... but never lonely
late, now, when every sane person should have closed their eyes
i pour my mind and imagination into the words of others
living, just for this moment through their words
knowing that tomorrow, yes the swiftly approaching tomorrow
i will be back on my own two all too practical, slightly jaded feet
the memory of what once was... will be replaced
with a dream of my tomorrow
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