Yesterday I'd fallen
as so often is the case,
into a sorrow;
a barren place.
It's what's missing
that vexes me the most;
so far removed
from this shore,
this empty coast.
How can something
so past be so alive,
that my greatest achievement
is to survive?
For though your audience
and me,
are a million miles apart;
your face, your smile,
your grace, your walk;
are very much alive
in my heart.
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