I have not waited for you.
Just sometimes
when shadows lengthened
in an evening sun,
my soul grew restless
and I thought about you.
Nor have I searched.
You were climbing hills,
or holding our sons,
or looking at birds.
And I imagined your footsteps
seeking me.
My years have melted away,
I haven't held a single breath.
I should have held my heart out
It would have touched your light.
nautical miles - the world in triumphs, in passion; viewed from a million angles.
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