Sometimes I catch myself,
saying her name.
I like its texture on my lips
Sometimes tenuous
But still tangible
To give substance to my thoughts
I say it slowly,
Several times,
in succession.
Like a chant, or a prayer.
Does she think of me?
Sometimes I wonder.
It feels good to know she’s out there

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