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home, life, love, memory, returning, sometimes, stars, story, time, trust, whispers, writing in the dark
where and when
the stars resigned
to line us up this way
would find us near
beginning
at the first –
some other day
you knew me then
know me now
for lifetimes yet to claim –
for yesterdays
so far away
from all we’ve come
to name
trust
and who will take it
without want to understand
roads I once imagined
you remain
more than verse
can memory give –
surrendered
to the place
we’ve come again
. . .
