Lonely Spirit

I lay in the middle of the soft summer grass

And think of you,

Though I shouldn't.

It takes up time.

But as I am, I hear your voice coming from far-off.

It can't be though.

It sounds like it's right here.

I turn around and see no one,

Hear nothing.

That was strange.

You were just here.

Then again, you weren't.

Suddenly, it happens again.

This time I get up and approach the front of the house.

There you were, sitting lonely and tired on the curb.

You look up at me and smile.

Now I know--your presence came to me when you needed someone.

I heard your cry and acknowledged it.

Though you didn't come wholely, you still did and I helped you.

In a way that is indescribable.

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