I've never seen or heard of you

But every day I rue

Of your presence in its immutable absence

While succumbing to delusion in its very essence

I think of you when I gaze at the moonlit sky

I think of you in every tired sigh

I think of you in laughter and light

I think of you in the darkest hour and plight

I imagine you holding my hand when the days grow ...

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