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If I said that I missed you, 

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If I said that I still thought of you

smiling across the rug

peering down shrouded corridors

between feathers

bird seed

or prints in soil

–

it would be true. 

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–

We always feel so different, 

our unfamiliar ropes

fingers finding music through darkness

and hesitation

unsteady, uncertain

–

in dim rooms that gradually brighten. 

–

we reinvent, learn to cherish

to thrive in that strange new new, 

that tricky obstacle

ardent question

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to arrive at welcome 

at a borderless territory 

at something like us.

–

–

If I said that I missed you 

–

dancing with the flowers 

singing into reflection 

and joy

–

it would be true. 

–

Spreading Fire