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Love All I have of you are your words,
some written long ago.
I once thought you were eccentric,
a clown of sorts,
or truly traveled the universe
to find yourself.
Once you wrote a note to me.
I wanted to hop-skip to Tanabata,
hang your words high on a bamboo
to let the world know.
Instead, I folded your words and
placed them in the pillow book.
The bare branches of winter rattle
in night winds.
I fall asleep with the mystery of you.
