We don't hear from you.
There is a noise in the silence.
Contact has become easy.
Yet communication is hard.
A flurry of activity, drama.
It fades quickly.
And then the contact fizzles out.
Why do we leave it so long.
Why do we leave it at all.
Do we care.
There is a knowing.
It weaves through the mind.
A knowing that you are there.
That I am here.
Should I need you.
Should you need me.
Until that time I say farewell once more.
Perhaps this is for the last time.
Perhaps not.
Who knows.
What ever drama unfolds,
What ever destiny has before you,
I trust and hope
That you are true to yourself.
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