March 29, 2012

 

I heard you call my name today.

Your quiet voice whispered through the

Rustling boughs of the wind torn oak tree.

How did I know it was you?

Oh, that was easy.

For after the calling, the voice continued

‘Wake up, you silly little chump’

And in that instance

I knew you’d kept your promise

To come back and visit.

 

 

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