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Walking Alone

I don't feel lonely as often any more

As in the first few years since, in your sleep,

You slipped behind life's farthest door.

Some memories no longer make me weep.

 

Along my daily walk I ordinarily find

Diversion in whatever comes in view

And make up verse to occupy my mind.

Yet there are times I ache to share with you.

 

It happens most with evanescent things:

The chin-dipped giggles of two little girls,

A mockingbird somewhere behind me sings,

A single autumn leaf descends in whirls.

 

  Then when these fleeting visions occupied me

  I've longed to have you seeing them beside me.

 

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