Nearing her third birthday
Into the invisible worlds
Of my dead dear friend
I called her to catch up
On her whereabouts and health
If she'd found a place to live
What books was she reading
Did she still like to go for walks
By the sea at twilight and at dawn
Until she interrupted my
Silly questions with a laugh
I could almost hear her voice
Don't worry it's not like that at all
To live inside your soul
And know love is enough
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