Take Me Too

by on January 5, 2020 :: 1 comment

I speak her name.
She returns with a start
from where she’d been.

I clasp her hands,
find them cold,
hold until warm.

She turns her head,
gazes past my shoulder
at nothing I can see.

She’s going back
to where she’d been.
I want to come along.

– Carl Palmer

editors note:

With two as one; together is here or there. – mh clay

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