At Odd Times
At odd times...
  
I hear your laugh and voice
  
Speaking out to me from a far.

At odd times...
  
I close my eyes and see your smile,
  
Causing your eyes to sparkle in their intensity.

At odd times...
  I think of your past, of it's jagged parts,
  
Wishing that it was not so, yearning to change it.

At odd times...
  
I remember things you've spoken,
  
Making me notice old things anew.

At odd times...
  
I feel your touch, your warm breath on my neck.
  
Reminding me of the nights we spent together.

At all times...
  
I wish we were together once more.
  
Thinking, in time, we shall, with luck on our side.
-Anna  3/20/2000
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