night thoughts 3:16

Unredeemed promises
breathing down your neck,
signals from a different
place, a distant past.
Unworthy, still awake at
3:16 a.m., not knowing
what then possessed me,
and what I now need to do
to reclaim my place.
I’m not thinking like before,
so why would I even consider
it now. I’ve moved forward,
but can’t forget. Words still
remain on the page.

j.g.l.

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