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I miss you. Here at the foot of Mount Royal (really only a hill), which I climbed this morning, I miss you. I ask what's real. In this clamour of work, of French and English ... It's your touch that's real, your eyes looking-at-me-with-love, your lips. Here in Montreal, at the foot of Mount Royal, I miss you.
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Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
I Miss You
I miss you. Here at the foot of Mount Royal (really only a hill), which I climbed this morning, I miss you. I ask what's real. In this clamour of work, of French and English ... It's your touch that's real, your eyes looking-at-me-with-love, your lips. Here in Montreal, at the foot of Mount Royal, I miss you.
Hear Lucius/Jerry read the poem: humanist-art.org/old-site/audio/SoF_080_i_miss_you.MP3 . This poem is part of the Scraps of Faith collection of poems ( https://humanist-art.org/scrapsoffaith.htm )
#love#montreal#absence
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67/M/Evanston, IL
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
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