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Lonely Spirit
I lay in the middle of the soft summer grass
And think of you,
Though I shouldn't.
It takes up time.
But as I am, I hear your voice coming from far-off.
It can't be though.
It sounds like it's right here.
I turn around and see no one,
Hear nothing.
That was strange.
You were just here.
Then again, you weren't.
Suddenly, it happens again.
This time I get up and approach the front of the house.
There you were, sitting lonely and tired on the curb.
You look up at me and smile.
Now I know--your presence came to me when you needed someone.
I heard your cry and acknowledged it.
Though you didn't come wholely, you still did and I helped you.
In a way that is indescribable.
