[Aren't Anywhere]
I, who look up in heaven, For a while have found Earth is not familiar Since you aren't around Foolish things can make me Start in sudden pain– Early moons, spring evenings, Bus rides in the rain Someone's shadow failing Across the floor – Will I stop expecting Your knock on the door? Once small things enchanted, Tulips, books, songs, teas, Now I find no pleasure In such things as these. Coming down from heaven Earth is strangely bare, And I know the reason, You aren't anywhere.
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