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In the depths, the hollowed out,
forgotten recesses in my bones,
there comes a soft quiet hum,
sounding like your voice, a distance,
echoing from nerve to nerve.

These words run like trenches deep,
rivers of shared memories,
curving valleys of softly faded scenes.

I wait, in the muted warmth,
reliving the days,
when the sun would rise and set,
with such consistency, a long ago comfort.

A shared comfort.

I relive the steadiness,
the safety, the strength,
I relive the moments and words you said.

I can almost see the dust again,
dancing softly in the light.

Now the moon only hangs low,
and the stars watch silently,
and I hold to the hope,
that they would lead us home
again.