| After Loss |
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| I meet you |
| again |
| little by little |
| in that sudden smile |
| beneath a passing stranger’s eyes, |
| in that intimate voice |
| beyond the chatter of the crowd. |
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| I hear your chasing steps |
| on the stairs below |
| and I stop and turn |
| and a stranger rushes past |
| unseeing. |
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| You exist |
| in minute pieces |
| in unexpected places. |
| You are those bits of glass |
| that keep falling from a shattered window. |
| It does not matter |
| where I go. |
| You always follow. |
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| (Copyright © 2000) |
