I recognize the sound of your foosteps
following mine
You walk behind me for awhile
perhaps to watch
the sunlight on my hair
or see if my walk has changed at all.
I let you,
savoring the expectation
of being in yor arms again...
of hearing you whisper my name.
Then I turn...
like a thousand times before~
to be carressed by the whispers
of the wind
and be held in the arms
...of my shadow.

by Nancy Linn

midi is "Must Have Been Love"

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