Late Night
Late night sleep
walk night talk
memories of
yesterday
and you
in my yesterday
just perhaps
a memory that wasn't
like an allegory or a
fable or
a composite
of a matrix of love
that has kept
me
searching
running down
blind alleys
unending
blinded by flashes
of memories
of things
that never happened
and waking
before the sun
that hurts my eyes
like thoughts of you
hurts my heart
with mind-numbed
by seeing your face
in the night of
my late night
sleep walk
Ray Nielson 1/15/2017
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