Late but not too late

while I wait
for sleep
I have my
minute
to think aloud
as you wait
to listen
beneath the idea
of shutting up
and beware the
ideal sunrise then
it all becomes
a game for you
and we do
what we have to do
when time and life
were short
and nobody could
tell me why not
and I can’t let
you into my life
any more than
I have to
and I will not
let you escape
because you are
my final key

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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