Stir

SusanWritesPrecise/Susan Marie Shuman

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Where did you go?
Here one minute; then gone
Like pieces of dream
Slipping further,
further,
away.
Never to be heard from.
Sometimes I feel
a stir in the air
the shadow of your voice
I turn
and you’re not there.

Or are you?

 

 

 

 

 

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