11.17.2013

 
I'm there, still, waiting, still.
There beneath the water's surface,
there above the mountain's peak.
I'm there, still, hoping, still.
There in the colors that bleed
through the leaves, there in the
blue that comes back before black does.
I'm there, still, come back to me.

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