Slept

Awake tonight, I'll fall away to sometime until we meet. And how will you be to me While the passers go & the awhiles grow? W/ no rings to repay, no ghosts on the phone. My second sleep story: I ran down the stairs & onto the street (Of course, the chase was sheap). But, here she walks again On bent-up promises (Hear that whisper shake out, "Honey, where've you been?") There's nights I still fall: I track down the grate & head straight for the light And raze the ride. But, should the road ever slow... Would you ever go home when you waltz off & over? Or, will you stay & lie awake tonight?