Impromptu
trying to
shake you
awake but my
arms aren't that long
a phone
call would be
as rude as an alarm
shaking awake from slumber
so i sit
out patiently
thinking about what
maybe but never knowing
what i might
slippingly say
without meaning
meaning i never know
what
i might
let from my
loose lips say
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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