If I were to see him framed in the arched doorway,
I'd know so precisely where I am
If I were to hear his voice showering me with evocative tales of his past,
I'd know so clearly where I'm from
If I were to feel his strong, sympathetic embrace,
I'd know so emphatically where I want to be
But as I once again stare down at this same hospital bed,
I have no earthly idea where he is.
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