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Monday, 21 July 2008 10:38
The plane is down and I am here at last,
And you are waiting at the luggage claim.
You take my bags, an awkward hug – too fast –
And find your car.
Your house is still the same:
Piano, shoes and coats. Your grandpa, spry.
We go upstairs and drop my luggage. Free,
We both lean on the bed, and laugh, and sigh.
And in your eyes I see eternity.
Here, I could die. You know I love you, child,
And you defend me from my constant strife
Of thought, emotion, ever running wild.
But let me go again and face my life;
So short the time that we can live here for:
My only chance to learn to love you more.