Day 277: Strange Comforter
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how can i feel you
‘round that corner?
i can’t see you –
but i know you’re there –
and i take comfort.
strange.
isn’t it?
there is a book
written between us,
read in glances
and unintended,
brushing grazes.
i won’t presume to know the end of your pages
nor would i think i’ll be privy to them,
still,
i’m glad for this little chapter.
it’s pastoral and kind
and brings to mind
the solace that can be found
in strange places
and curious faces;
but yours, so lovely,
in the sea of them all.
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