am still here, you ask,
but i have been away for a while,
with my thoughts, and then you say
hey there? are you gone?
and i go back, typing the words,
am always here my darling,
why can't you notice what i am doing?
i am not asking, i am silent.
i am not answering any question
from you,
but
i am always here, ready to talk to you
in some normal
ready to say, syllables.
i am here. But not for long.
know that, i am the wind
and you are the stone.
you are not hurt.
i do not stay.
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