By now when you say I stop somewhere waiting for you
who is the I and who come to that is you
there are those words that were written a long time ago
by someone I have read about who they assure me is you
the handwriting is still running over the pages
but the one who has disappeared from the script is you
I wonder what age you were when those words came to you
though I think it is not any age at all that is you
stopping and waiting under the soles of my feet
this morning this waking this looking up is you
but nothing has stopped in fact and I do not know
what is waiting and surely that also is you
every time you say it you seem to be speaking
through me to some me not yet there who I suppose is you
you said you were stopping and waiting before I was here
maybe the one I heard say it then is you
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