Above the bickering play of two boastful reds,
Your silent watch gently finds me.
In a moment there is stillness within
A knowing and familiar center
Your witness is what grounds me.
Just as thoughts begin to cloud
And distance slips between the tread
Your steady gaze awaits my hopeful turn.
As it has been through the life between us
Waiting beyond the bustling
You remind me that we are found again within the quiet.
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