Nostalgia

I perch on a rock,

Mown grass beneath my feet,

Hunched over from cold though

The sun beats down on my face.

I feel a calm warmth

As I bake like a lizard

And wait for the sound of

Your voice on the wind.

Something slithers by

And squirrels hop about

While I wonder just how much it will hurt

To miss it here.

You skip up behind me

And hug my shoulders close

With warmth in your arms

And a smile that lets me know

It will all be okay.

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