It's Getting Late
My mind wanders in nights like these
When the gentle humming of a house,
Asleep,
Suddenly realizes that you are conscious
And sighs in icy blasts from far-away vents.
We were never meant to be awake anyway.
Copyright © Larry Taylor | Year Posted 2009
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