I Think and There I Am

Nearly asleep, nearly awake,
When a near memory shakes
Me to pieces.

A second here, a second there,
But the trip left me bare
And restless.

A lone sentinel, do you haunt
My dreams so they can’t taunt
My own memories?

Confused, caved in, even contrite.
Would you visit tonight
So I can sleep?

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