Didn't you miss me? I though so in the busy
city where I slid and slipped away on
cold ice to many faces I know and keep
as pictures in pockets with lint
and receipts all coiled beneath
the heart beats,
we sleep.
And you,
Dearest,
there,
very
very
awake
and
very
aware.
Psalm 32:6
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