Three weeks had passed

Three weeks had passed before I’d seen

a semblance of herself

she’d come to greet me from asleep

she’d come down from her shelf

She’d impart her knowledge and be seen

by me – and me alone

her music told of yesteryear

I’d hear it in her tone

She knew just when to stay away

and when to show her face

she loved me – more – as absence grew

she was my saving grace

I missed her so – I’d come to share

my intimacy (spoken)

her soft touch and her supple feel

unbounding and unbroken

But as the days turned into night

alone was far away

solitude – no longer here

yet so much left to say

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