Out of the blueness of the sky
And the newness of the afternoon,
You wrote to me.
Just as my heart dreamt of you again
And tried to convince itself not to,
I closed my eyes and saw your words when I opened them.
There out of the blue,
A greeting: the simplicity that comes from curiosity,
As if, maybe, you missed me as much as I missed you,
With all my being, all my soul.
A longing so pure, it caused the universe to listen,
And in the sincerity of that moment,
Caused you to write to me again,
Simply out of the blueness of the sky
And the newness of the afternoon.
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