p.78

sometimes I’ll sit in
the rain,
letting it fall onto my hair
and into my eyes,
sometimes I’ll sit an
watch the sun set over
the land,
and hope I’ll see you emerge
from the fog,
sometimes I hope you’re
beside me.
but it’s only a silly dream,
you’re far away from
me,
unknowing to how much I
need you here to tell me,
everything’s fine.

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