if you're sipping on coffee
or passing time
trying to taste again
or the only way you can hear
i want to tell you i love you.
this is for you
and always is.
why else would i be
then to create with you
in mind
in spirit
in love
it seems
very few words float through my memory
when i feel you
you.
it seems
i have waited thousands of years
in silence
in truth waiting.
the name hattie carroll rings in my ear
and the rush of your touch
of something overheard
of something never said
but sung
perhaps.
it ain't me
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