At times I recall the cabin
in the silence of night that calms me,
and I escape upon the chirps of crickets
losing myself in the sound of rippling water
not more than a few steps from the door.
The warmth from the fireplace aglow in my memories,
much as your touch;
surely you must know I can close my eyes
and imagine the exact pieces that we left there.
Possibly wishes hide behind the darkness of night
in thoughts as scattered as clouds, calling once again
for a lit candle to be placed in the window sill.
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