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You always come at the wrong time
Instead of no time at all.
I expect that
I’ll see you if I become blind,
I’ll hear you if I become deaf.
Like a bright light in deep fog
You appear
When I don’t want you to,
But then I’m glad you came.
You speak while I’m talking
And appear in my view -
All I see is you.
What confuses me
Is not how you got there
Or why you got there
But why I want to keep you there
After moments of the past.
And in a flash you’re gone;
Again I’m aware of those around me
And the time of day.
I don’t know what’s worse,
And that confuses me more.
I await your next arrival,
I await with open arms,
And just before I clasp my arms around you
You’re gone again -
Like you were never there.
© Cynthia M. Piromalli
©2003 StoriesByEmail.com
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