Calling Me Near
With time,
the beginning gets close to the end
With time,
I no longer need to pretend
With time,
the feelings stand on their own
With time,
the reasons are best left alone
With time,
the music alone mine to play
With time,
the words free to go or to stay
With time,
the memories no longer a wish
With time,
all longing wrapped up in one kiss
With time,
I revisit those things I thought lost
With time,
I re-ember the long winter frost
With time,
I let go of the doubt and the fear
With time I embrace
—as your voice calls me near
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
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