I turn at the sound of your presence

Feel you enter the room

Home from your journey

Tired from your long day's labor

I turn and catch the glint of light

on a wisp of your hair

catching the light of the light

of the sun on the window frame

I know you are there

Touch by your hair, your eyes, your kiss

Remembering the complex character of your smile

Your song and dance of silly games

Played out with campy rhymes of lost times

When we might have made a game of love

By telling stories

Guessing where you would give up your laugh

At the tease of my hand upon your face

Or yours beneath my shirt

To discover the key to open my heart

And know you are here again

Home again

In my heart again

I turn at the sound of your presence

Feel you enter the room

Home from your journey

Tired from your labor

And I know that

Death

Cannot take this from me

Now or ever

When I know

When I know

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