Where are you? I think or say
And without pause I hear
You.knock. Breeze rustles.
And there—I hear my name.
And if I choose to slow
And invite me to stay

In your sweet presence
And absolute peace
When I have left my chair
I stop and listen and
Even when I am unaware.

Let’s meet again tomorrow
And never not meet, I say
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