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At some point, you grew tired of being just
Imagined, and you left. And dreams would start
To wither, and the things I should, or must,
Awoke me then. I’m waking now. My heart
Is – what? No longer broken? I don’t know.
I couldn’t know. It’s true enough, my days
Are surer now, and stronger, even though
I wish, or I imagine, all the ways
That you might be. I see you now and then.
My guard is down, and maybe on a call,
Or waiting at a crosswalk – Maybe when
The summer acquiesces to the fall
And nights get longer, you might say hello,
And let me dream of you, before you go.

– Nyack, NY.  Monday Nov 19, 2012

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