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The Reunion

There is no need for me to chase, just prepare a place and keep still. In time it will come, quietly, unannounced, at first with caution born out of hurt. Circling me it will gradually wind in the distance of its fear and pause quite near, then draw closer, and closer, until it presses its trembling warmth against me and nestles under my arm. Slowly I will hold it to myself, welcome it home.

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Di11y Da11y

Date: 6/17/2025 1:15:00 AM

Wonderfully intriguing with a tone of almost menace but the use of words like nestle, warmth, welcome and of course the title. For me it still sits in the 'unknowing' element of who we are, whether there's a big reveal and we've rejected a fundamental truth that makes us whole or indeed a 'final resting place' that makes perfect sense when we get there... Left me spooked but in an intriguing way. Excellent poetry x

Paul Willason
Date: 6/18/2025 5:59:00 AM

Admittedly a rather challenging piece...came to the surface almost as is, word for word. Probably quite a few interpretations but there is no intentional menace lurking in the background. Thankyou DD for jumping in and for yr thoughtful comments. Paul