o, to be caught…

o, to be caught between the river of sleep and the shore;

i ask, sometimes, to fall, but only drift

slowly into the cold days i have almost forgotten,

 

but never the warm Chicago days;

those will stay with my aching heart forever

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One Response to “o, to be caught…”

  1. This is beautiful.

    pi.

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