calling your nameI walk into the forest
twilight watching
over my shoulder
glittering my path
of pine
minnows of light
shimmering between
branch and bough
a whispering shoal
bringing the cold
of an echo
I cast upward
cistern eyes
and say to no one
can you tell
can you tell
I say to no one
how much
I miss you?
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