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Rendezvous

It’s the same venue,

Each time, every time,

He is dressed in a sunny smile,

And I, I’m wearing a fluttering heart,

Like the very first meeting,

Decades ago.

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He offers a bouquet of tender words,

An emollient that I wrap around my soul,

Salving the festering wounds.

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He listens to me whining,

About my incurable melancholy,

Patiently, in wise silence,

Borrowing all my worries,

Wringing out all pain.

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‘Come along with me?’ I plead.

He smiles some more,

Filling the crevices with his empathy.

And then, like a fading faraway music,

He dissolves into nothingness.

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I long for more time,

To soak in his calming radiance,

But I know, I know it’s time to go home,

And wait… for yet another dream.

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