Fifty one days out until
I'm home to you,
I'm counting by tens
until I see you soon...
In spirit, I'm already with you;
now, in ten days I'll be right there...
What's the first thing we'll do?
What's the first thing we'll say?
Will time stand still?
Or will it run away?
Maybe both.
But, it will be a cosmic
alignment either way,
a righting to a wrong,
a healing to a trauma.
Almost to it now,
just holding out for a little longer
until we can breathe.
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