It longs for your return.
There, we played, giggled,
And made silly promises.
There, our first kiss,
And first fight over trust.
There, a possible future, dreamt,
And there the goodbye embrace.
Here, still weaving, dreams,
And here our nest rusted.
Come, sit by my side,
It longs for your return.
Come, sit by my side,
As you caress my footstone.
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