your mysteries almost tactile, as you pull
the covers over you, and all the while, I
thought I was in exile, but that wasn't really
true, it had more to do with you than with
we two, and nothing I had said or done gave
you anything remotely to revile, and when
you thought of me it always brought a
smile, and while I am not in exile, and my
faults to me seem tactile, you do not shy,
you come by, and we talk awhile, which
makes both of us smile, since we have at
least a mile or two left to go in this walk,
so we'll just while away the time, we'll just
talk, just we two.

March 30, 2009, for Kimberly.

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