Know Me

So I walk out the building

in the late afternoon

and I hear my name

the familiar chirping

that only comes across in a way

a way that no one else can muster

a familiarity hits

a warmness washes over me

a sense of comfort

drawn from knowing I belong

I am a part of

and known to you

far away

and even though we have never met

the breeze rustling through ever so slight

the tree calling attention

yet you know my name

I look up

and there you are


always comforting


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