Been gone so long.
Many words written,
Yet never time to write,
Or time to feel them,
Or time to see them.
Life moves on
Without us,
Or with us,
If we allow it.
So must return
And write some more,
To see them again
And feel them again
And share the thoughts,
That swirl inside and out,
And know that,
Being gone too long,
Was just needed
(2.4.8 Mischief)
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