I composed a poem
in that delicate place
between awake and sleep
it was short and simple
but I can’t remember it
instead I’ll be meta
and regret I didn’t wake
but I needed to sleep
you should sleep too
unless you already did
unless you still want to
this will continue more
because I can’t remember
I’m still clinging to the hope
that it’ll pop into my brain
I feel the urge to tip-toe
but everyone is awake
and I’d look foolish
I guess that’s not new
I often wonder about that
how I look to you all
how I seem to you all
I worry about it too much
and mostly I pretend I don’t
but, damn, still not popping
I guess I’ll just finish here