Because we didn't sit together
Through too many absent years
We cast our hearts on leather
Forging those separate minimal paths
How often we didn't hear each other's words
You close the door behind you
A calm descends
In that instant instant
I want the one leaf
I want the one tree
I want the one pebble on the beach
In that sense I suppose
You could call me
An isolationist
While for you
I would have to say
A gatherer
A gatherer of driftwood
A gatherer of lost souls
Such as I once was
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