• Galen Warden

Two A.M.

Two a.m. Too little sleep.

Move like a dream. Dream of sleep.

Float like a ghost. Slow like a boat,

Too little breath in these sails of mine.

One more stumble down the hall

A meal, tea… Is that all?

One more foot rub. Ease the pain.

Just one more at 2 a.m.

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