sometimes

i wonder

when the long lines of sunset lay across the earth

and the birds begin their common routine of nesting for the night…

i wonder

when the steam from my cup of tea rises slowly

and a delicate course of Oscar Peterson’s piano spills out from the speaker…

i wonder

when the absence of hand in mine

when the silent void beside me

becomes too loud to ignore…

if this heart of mine will ever find its match.

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