softly knocking on the door….
or maybe it’s a train,
on some distant track,
hurtling somewhere with purpose….
or maybe just winter,
blowing hard against autumn,
wrapping all that has been life…
in the silence of the snow….
or maybe it’s tomorrow,
returning today to yesterday….
this moment of living to memory.
or maybe it’s just my heart,
calling out to my soul….
listening for an echo….
you return again,
or maybe it’s just my tears,
or the coming of rain!

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