We're Up Late

I don’t have as
much to say lately.

Maybe that’s
why I find something gorgeous
about a song that hasn’t
worn out
its welcomes,
measured in breaths rather
than bridges.

Perhaps it’s
why the poem only a few lines
long always
feels finished
ages before
its winding counterparts,

and the real reason
3 a.m. coffee dates at
the kitchen
table with you provide
inspirations more than
lifetimes of

Kodak moments could

Or maybe, I’m
just learning to
say more

with less.

7 thoughts on “We're Up Late

  1. stunning.simple yet artsy.i commend you.less is more if you know what you feel and need to say.pleaseeeeee read my poems too and give your valuable opinion.myriadmorbidmusings.wordpress.com.


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