I’ve wandered so far
from the place of beginning
e’en now, I scarce can recall…
the sound of my laughter (a giggling squeal)
from miles past the pasture
or just down the hall
where you hid without meaning
to make me afraid –
never meant you would frighten me so
a dream or two chasing
(do you remember that now)
how we ran without knowing
how far we might go
another life living and I was fifteen
more than my mother the day you were born
I’ve squandered a lifetime
making ready for this
your arms wrapped around me
the taste of your kiss…
my name where words used to be.

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