Early morning light

I twist around to find

as usual an empty room

You are gone so often

I can't help but wonder

are you real?

I never see you

I never hear you

I never touch you

Evidence of existence

is broken down

to your providence,

miracles,

a letter in the form of a book

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Stranger still

this feeling

of listlessness

seeing the effects of your presence

in the things around me

but nowhere near

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ARE YOU REAL?

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let me know somehow

call me

talk to me

let me see your face

the nails in your hand

and the scar in your side . . .

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