Wait for me
I'll be back someday
maybe not right now
maybe not for a while
not even when you pray
i see your eyes
darting the path
not I
maybe the next
maybe behind him
crumpling little yellow things
under your feet
unscathed
tracing your fingers
over the engravings of lovers past
and wrinkled oak
wait for me
i will return
you won't recognize me
but i'll be there
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