I dream of the night that my love returns to me.  It has been a long 
and lonely night since we were last together. Our interducion was a 
strange one. If you recall the story on my last page.

I see the night that he will at last come for me. He stands there in 
the shadow. Waitng for me to come to him. He leans quitely against the
wall,  smoking his cigerate. Perhaps I will see his coat first or the fire
 and smoke.  He moves forward to get my attention.  If I am holding something do 
I drop it.  Do I pause, or wait, out of fear because I know it is time. Do I 
do the female thing and just faint into his arms.  Maybe I will run to 
him, and he will pick me up.  Then swing me around like he said he would.  
You see I see him there. I can almost smell him. But that is a far as 
I get. I am not able to look any farther. 
 

Parts of me fears that I will not know his face. It has been a long time since that night that he came to me. It is a lover's fear not to know the face of the one that is loved. But this is silly because I know him. I'll feel him when he is there. It is like something out of place, or something finally in place. Like the feeling of being watched, you know that something is there. Sort of a tickle in the mind.

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