Angela Dodge

Some nights, some nights
I stay up too late
I drink too much
I find myself writing in the dark

Some nights, most nights
I lie awake and think
Too much about things
That are out of my control

Some nights, many, many nights
I think of all the time
Spent, too much,
Not letting things be as they are

Some nights, every night
I wish you were here
Too much, but only enough
To make me know how much I will
Cherish it when it is here...