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When you are ready

at times you pull away
fighting your personal demons
Quixote-like battles
that I can not understand
all I can do is wait
for you to let me in again
love you from a distance
let you know the coffee is hot
my ear is always available
when you are ready to share
you seem unaware of this
but it has never changed
some personal journeys
we can not possibly share
some we choose not to
but the love is always there
ready for you
when you are ready

Like Precious Gems

like precious gems
he offers his wisdom
to the younger ones
as he chews on his pipe
the smoke wafts through
the room lazily
his words are few
but chosen well
it is amazing
how they listen
rapt with his stories
that are short and sweet
punctuated with humor

Self imposed exile

sitting alone at the bar
she sips her cocktail
watching the others
mingling around her
catching snippets of conversations
not really trying to easedrop
just absorbing the atmosphere
listening to the music
watching the people interact
with each other
in the smoke filled room
a few speak to her
for it is her normal perch
a place to be alone
and still amongst other humans
a self imposed exile
quietly she nurses
her lonely soul

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