In here

So many, here,
write words of love.
Words of yearn,
longing and lonely.
Are they for one
who is here,
or has left
and cannot come home?
For one who wants a conjuring
to bring warmth to a sad siren.
In dream, I conjure you,
the writer,
with hands
soft, warm, and strong.
Alone.

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