a walk alone not lonely
amidst ourselves as thought
as always
thoughts of others
theirs of us shadows past
lives fertilize what is about to
blossom an absence not
of space but of time for now
what is coming as always plans
made and kept a passing held
like blossoms gathered
a light left on this morning
went undetected yet
at night returning
a window glows in waiting
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