The letters of your name follow me,
Hide in my pocket when I walk out
Cling to my gloves,
Lay down close to the chimney,
And disperse over my journal's
White pages;
Like a friend who is waiting for me
For a drink or a cup of tea.
Your name's letters shadow my fate,
Soothe my withered solitude,
And draw my odyssey.
Your name letters check on
My forehead,
My cheeks,
And my hands
For possible fever,
And they also check on
My heartbeats;
They are my doctor and my medicine.
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