When I think of it
I made space in my life for
your coming, so many months.
You came, both of you
like fleeting sparks
Was that all?
In time
I can find a place
for the things I gathered to
welcome and warm you to the world
but never will there be
another place for
the indelible impression
you have left on my being.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
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