If by chance or with support
You’ve felt your hair tickled by the wind, Your face warmed by the sun, A whisper of the breeze in your ear,
Or a gentle tickle on your feet from the plants,
It’s me—
Always in front of you to guide you to a safe place, Behind you to protect you,
Beside you, not to be better or worse than you.
That’s what has happened during this long time without seeing each other.
Somehow, we are connected By the same Frequency, Wire.
Without being
Intrusive, Possessive, Jealous, Or submissive.

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