i will never uncover,
disclose,
or whisper in the dark.
you will always feel the sense of something missing.
and as the years pass,
nothing will transfigure.
i do not make plans.
i do not keep promises.
i will be yours when i am near;
reclusive as i leave.
my thoughts may meet your mind,
and my voice may kiss your face.
we will talk often and i will always listen intently.
but do not expect me in the morning.
like the ocean fondles the tide,
or the moon rewinds its shadow.
my heart is always running.
i may be coming back around.
i may be spinning in circles.
but i am dancing my own dance.
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