it’s not that you cross my mind from time to time
it’s more that you’ve never really left
but your silence now
in the stillness your face bereft
i know i’m crossing over those invisible lines
back into the clearing
inhaling the terroir of your scent
still searching for the signs of that life worth living
wondering where you thought you went
– spiritwolf
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