Outside a star
the one that reminds me of you
on cold winter nights like this.
The one that guided you
through years of wandering
until you came back home to us to die.
You went to ground, you did…
When you found out, you hunkered down…
…Now you have become one with
the earth you had restlessly paced
all of your unsettled days…
I missed you during those long years of parting
you wandering, me rooted and lonely…
Now you’re here, and I miss you still.
Mark W. Ó Brien
30December2025
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