Look into my eyes & hold me close though I am far from you
and tell me true the things you say I cannot hear when I am near,
yet reach me through the fog of far-away-from-you.

& though I be beside you, when you see in me the need to hide and run and fall and fade
don’t be delayed in coming to my side, tide me over the sharpest edge of myself
gentling gentling like the water which tears not on the sharpest rocks
of me, but lets me be, and lets me be with you, still true
& always there for me.

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