i know, the feeling of alone. 

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reaching out to something

in the dark,

At first morning light. 

cannot touch it–

it’s too far now. 

But the fire’s brilliant, bright. 

not searching for what’s lost

it’s worse. 

It’s left behind.  

forgotten, possibly

mistaken, maybe

Perfection, potentially. 

You

are home to me. 

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