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.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2025
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