Proof
Holding this fragment of you in my fingers,
This tiny piece of evidence that has flown across an ocean,
Trying to find the big ringing words to describe what I feel
When I see the touches of grey at your temples
But the only coherent thought to emerge is
That seeing your face is just like coming home.
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