after the herons
and sparrows and
geese
have gone.
after the laughter erupts;
and
the tears are shed;
and
the merriment made,
i turn,
and
there
you
are.
Fifty miles away,
or fifty seconds?
you are never further
than right
here,
beside
me.
on this night
of kings and shepherds;
in the deepest silence,
I find
you.
only,
you.
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