I've been off the bottle and living alone

for a life and a day, and it feels like home; and

I think about you when I queue for the bus,

when I listen to 'One from the Heart'; and I trust

that you're well and you're happy:

Enjoying the work and the dream that you dreamed of,

the challenge you spoke of,

the language, the life and the friendships you broke off.

Sincerely, I pray that you scale your peak,

that you never look down,

that you find what you seek.

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I don't mind to tell you that sometimes I share

of my bed, now and then, though I guess you don't care.

I think maybe you've met her, I knew her before

but she held back a left me to call at your door.

Did you find someone 'special'?

I hope that you did and he's kinder and older,

a comforting shoulder, and

liked by your mother (presuming you've told her).

Sincerely, I pray that you've papered the cracks,

that you've called off the grudge and

forgiven my lapse.

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Suppose that you meet me tomorrow at noon

on the lawn by the lighthouse, I'll whistle a tune; and

you'll see that I'm strong and you'll see that I'm fine and

forget all about her:  I spun you a line,

because my only bed-mate's

insomnia now and she hates me, she loves me,

can't get enough of me:

She hangs in the dark like a hammer above me.

Sincerely, I pray that I'll wake from this dream,

that you'll grant absolution and

wipe the slate clean.