When I am
Gone
Do you utter my name?
Do I cross your mind
As you are working
Laboriously in the field?
I hope you murmur
My name
In your sleep
Maybe even dream
Of me
I love the feeling
Of being missed
Often
I miss you
That's why
I want you
To feel the same
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