By Spring Rain
Date: 20 March 2001
Sleepwalker
For the last two nights
at midnight,
I’ve gotten out of bed,
called the same
number my parents have
had for over 40 years.
My mother answers,
weeping I tell her,
'Go back to sleep,
I’m ok.'
Today, I called mother
at noon, told her all
about you. I was crying
then too, only this time
it wasn’t midnight.
I wasn’t sleepwalking.
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