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A large part of who I am is quiet, contemplative, listening. Sometimes you can call me on the phone and all I'll do is listen...
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And you miss so much that is me
You miss all my physicality
The wandering path of my eyes
The smile grows with calm surprise
I miss the experience of you
in flesh, in laugh, in smile too
I start to forget and lose that part
that had you placed right close to heart
Some days I wish that you would be
flown fresh from memory here to me