drifting in and out work,
i can't help but think
of you.
you are always in my thoughts.
thinking: i love you. dearly. more than words can express.
ever more and more each day.
and if by chance you ever desire to call and say hello or climb back
into that old treehouse. my window.
into our covers to keep me warm.
i'll be there.
waiting with a book to read
and song to sing you to sleep.
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