one more step

one more step

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Right now, I'm thinking.
Of all the vivid words and images selectively stored to memory. "You should go ask her what shampoo she uses"... I recall the paper and the handwriting... the words, "I believe"... and - that pause in your voice, brim-full of captivation and intrigue. Sometimes I feel like a thief... a thief whose guilt and conscience has caught up finally.
A thief in the night.

so I sleep.
held so closely by thoughts.

but some nights,
I sleep.