to be up on this cold
night.
the dog
has one eye open,
not greeting
me at the door.
the sky black with rain.
not a light on
up the street.
but i'm up unable
to sleep.
was
it the long talk,
the drinks,
the drive. the bad food.
coffee.
or just another night,
adrift,
wondering
aloud
with a handful of whys.
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