Jun 07, 2019 02:09
What I love about being me
is that it's always me
over all the years.
It's still always me at 2 am,
Alone in the night.
Reading, or crocheting.
Or playing the ukulele now.
Always me.
I abide.
(Can't sleep, my knee hurts, a little tipsy.)
poem,
sleepless night