Then Off-Line
caress of early light birthday wishes posted on facebook waking without a sound soft calling of my love who’s offline an unfinished poem on the nightstand remnants of stars hide above passing clouds a morning’s meditation centered on breath soulful solitude I see her late morning she covers my lunch yet something left unsaid I show her the poem and she smiles yet something left unsaid she rubs her eyes and looks out the window I look for something new to say yet a story told bears telling again I look up on my cell phone the ways to say I love you uncertain skies she says she sings her daughter lullabies a tip left touching of hands while I linger she says see you soon I hear something more than words
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