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Your Book

I read your words and hear whispered reminders

As my tired eyes struggle across dots and black curves

While I ponder and wonder and stare holding my chin

As wisdom tries to sneak inside crowds of thoughts on life

I read your words and hear my slow breathing, deep

And know that on that day it will cease and I’ll sleep

And then blink inside your sun-drenched calmness

As I step forward to hear your thoughts on my life

I read your words and feel the tug of sad conscience

And know whom I’ve let down, helped and annoyed

When you wanted more and yet I gave so little

And wasted time as I walked too quickly through life

I closed my eyes darkly and called back your words

And slid them silently from my tongue into my room

Where they’ll circle and swarm close to my pillow

As I ask for their meaning and the warmth of their life

I spoke your words quietly to friends and strangers

With the force of a hurricane, unnoticed, so soft

While I knew that the wind would tug later at thoughts

And poke hearts with gentle fingers on the hand of life