It’s peaceful now. The afternoon is still.
The street is quiet. Voices very dear
Reach up the stairs, caress me like a thrill
From heaven. I am home and you are here.
I’m back
Facing red Victorian brick and wet slate roofs
Little dear things the kids have given grace my space...
Oh, long the day you are not near!
Though there’s no cloud the sun is dim
How long the day where you’re not here...
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