John Dedeke

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Sometimes in the Night

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These halls have been gone for years, but I still roam them
In the night,
When gates are down and the floors shine
And we are the only ones around, 

Like when we used to stash our sleeping bags 
Beneath the stairs by Dillards 
And watch the waterfall that was never there.

Sometimes, now, 
I find you waiting, 
Staring up at a skylight,
And it's like you've never left. 

Sometimes,
In the night,
It's like we never left.