Falling Awake

A poem for this late Sunday night.

Falling Awake

You never go to bed alone,

with the whispers of your memories

sounding in your head,

keeping you awake

with the uneasy doubt

that there is something you forgot.

One flash in your brain, like lightning,

silent.

You never go to bed alone,

with all those ghosts behind your eyes.

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