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“Soft Places"


You cross my mind, you arise in my heart, 

and I want to know how you’re doing.

Is your life still so hard?

If so, may you be given

room to deeply breathe,

strength to travel on,

times of healing ease,

knowing you’re not alone.

No, I’m not often present.

Weeks go by, no call is made;

days go by, no text is sent.

Yet my care does not fade.

I carry you, my friend,

now and beyond this sonnet’s end.

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