L.A. Nights by Christopher ShinIt's two am and I'm stumbling out.
I rub the last drop of summer.
The smell of the nigth fades.
I sink in the car searching
for the a late night dinner plan.
The wine sinks in.
I drive away from friends
as they call my name.
All I can do is hear the
calls of home.
So I lay and think of
last night and I am home
again.
Lost and watching the murder
past me by as they call me
back about the night they
wear so calmly.
And I am gone again in
dreams and nightmares long gone. 07/01/2017 Posted on 07/01/2017 Copyright © 2024 Christopher Shin
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