Poem: It is there

It is there

but I think
it will wait
and tonight
will just end
for me, I am 
that tired
which is true,
has been true
before, is often
the way it is,
but I am foolish
and do not listen,
except, I am hoping
tonight.  I can't know,
though, until I do it.
Before that
it is only
a promise
I gave to myself
and cannot trust.

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