To hear the exact words you said in another life to another,
Being spoken back to you.
To have all the little things you did once,
Being done for you.
To know that your smallest word, sound, action, movement
Is being recorded with loving scrutiny.
To receive without even asking.
And then to receive some more.
I know now how it must have felt to have been loved by me.
Bad business decision that! Foolish!
To ever let that go.
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