I felt your presence
in words
in a certain greeting of norms,
i could understand,
and feel your moment,
planning,
living,
appreciating
so many aspects of you are,
in word after word after word,
something I yearn,
hoping the stories would never end.
I felt a love,
my own,
with tears in knowing
you are out there
with a desire to share
your world,
not an obligation
I pray,
only this opportunity
to tell me, again,
what is real in your life.
I don’t rue any repeat,
I want the same,
the sharing beauty
of a world I can visualize,
appreciate,
understand its value,
as applies
to your own
sanity.
I wish you might know the fear I have
in responding to your lament to disappear.
© Scott F. Savage 3/2020
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