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If you think I don’t notice...
your absence...
the silence that echo’s
on my page
and in my ear...
you are not listening
to the breeze of my wings
as I soar past your window
everyday
and every night
on the return to my nest.
I am here.
Just look out your window.
I hear your silence
and I see your absence...
and I miss you.
Deborah (C)2007