Simply

You don't want to hear it,
But I still love you.
Just this morning I dreamed of you.
We talked about the simplest things,
But what mattered was, we talked.

Warm as sunshine, kind as a breeze,
Your voice teased my ears softly.
I held you as you made your plans,
And smiled at you gently.

—San Diego
8/25/2003 (a.d. 8 Kal. Sep. 2756)
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