The Connection

And all those people
Have not gone there is a
Lateral connection of
Webbing I cannot touch
But know exists outwith
	My fingertips.

It is a woven stranding 
Soul to soul - horizontal, 
Vertical, that lets me
Know they are not lost
And I am not left here

It is nuance in the room
It is upsurge of recognition
Of a favourite tune it is
Memory of days long
Gone of them

Oh stay with me do -
Here now in this room
You two your synonym of
Being I miss so much
And long to stay 

Never sever from me 
The past that place 
Where I laughed and was 
Loved as hope and
Daughter I am  
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