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Lake Naomi, Pa.

Jan. 1971

You come

The Fire dying now

.

The room slipping into darkness

getting darker

and darker

.

.

Now with nothing to distract me

no light from the fire

playing on my eyes

.

you come slowly, softly

back into mind

and I can see you once again

in the glow of the dying embers

in the dark of the room.

.

.

The fire's dying now

the way our love died yesterday.