Late Night Hauntings

Today's poem was inspired by a, now ex, friend. By that feeling that they only ever call when they need something.

Excerpt from blog:

Late nights, staying up
With dawn fast approaching.
The desire, ever present, to jump.
To run, to fly;
Any action at all.
Only ever reaction.
That feeling - the dread.
How often has it visited these,
Our too late nights?
This desire.
Almost too much to stop myself.

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26-30, M
Dec 8, 2012