5.
you've left again
work calls you away
much too often
i long to have you here
to share in the beauty
of life and the
slow ache
beauty brings
but you're already familiar
with these things
6.
early morning moon
fog creeps in
frogs are trilling
in the cold
that old longing arrives
my arms are empty
without you here
come home soon, Love
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