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by Karen Spencer


How can you explain?
      Who can understand?
Could it be you??

I'm in love with someone I've never met
           And never will

He is in my thoughts daily

I take his letters with me
     wherever I go

They weren't written to me but to someone else he loved

The words bring me comfort, joy, sadness, longing

This morning I stood and watched the trees dropping their leaves and I
thought of him.

He would have stopped.
He would have looked.
Like I did.

Do you understand??


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