And then you closed the book
On me so I missed the remaining
Revealing chapters of your story
Though I heard you went to Turkey
And taught the children of refugees
And once as in the movies
The back of your head and bearing
Made me embarrass myself
With a stranger on a busy street
Sure it was you sorry it wasn't
Leaving me standing there shaken
With its jolt of joy and grief
That it was possible to touch so deep
And then it simply disappear
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