From here I can see
But wish I could be
With you and near you to share
The plums in my hand
(from which I made jam)
The stitches
(all neat in a row)
The life that I deemed
In a poem that seemed
So fluid and precious and true
The words that were chose
(like beautiful clothes)
The letter
(mailed at a quarter to three)
The promise of love
Like the peaceful dove
That flew from me to you
From here you can see
That I need you with me
Now I'll wait and I'll wait and I'll wait
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