With you days would fly, fully, completely by only you and me,
With nary a glance, concern, of what was happening
Beyond our sphere.
Without you, I have had days, months years, too long
Without support, caring, gnawing through my soul
Beyond my hope.
In the long cold of these past several weeks, I’ve come
Perhaps, to a place, recognizing, accepting, a change into
My own sphere.
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