Seated quietly on your bench under the large pine,
The sun settles in front of me. Evening is cool and soft.
I miss you.
Four times now I have not had you near for this
A date you favored. The sun sinks red gold and
I miss you
Einstein spoke of the solitude painful in youth but
delicious in age. Painful in loss, appreciated in time,
I miss you.
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