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Troubled by what i knew not,
I drifted down and was with her,
Her head on my lap as when a child
Saying we should do more of this,
Such a comfort being in it,
Saying something witty, kind, and complex,
So like herself, but i lost the words when i awoke,
Though i still had the warmth of them,
And i missed her, unconsolably.
Rain began at the window
And I went out to be in it,
Alone with the rain in the night,
The touch of her elegant hand,
It pleases me to think so.
