You are there
Somewhere in the core of my heart
Your are there
Somewhere like yearning fire in my soul
You are there
Somewhere in the pain
You are there
Where word fails to explain the squirm
You are there
In my poems,
In the lines where the sense alters
You were present where one meaning falters into another
You are in the pauses where I halted for breath.
You were in the paper, in the blue ink which reminds your blue dress
You were punctuation
Sometimes,
Sometimes you were the comma
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