Leaving Now
I woke up at 3 to the sound of your voice
You sung my name, oh what a joy
It gave me goosebumps when you sung it out loud
In a fashion so soothing, not boisterous or loud
But gentle, cajoling, almost beckoning me
To come and be near you where I long to be
I love to listen to your voice when you sing
It does something to me, and to it I cling
To recall it from memory again and again
And maybe for real someday...until then
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