You are standing here
For all the world to see
Right where you are needed
Not a shadow but real 3-d
Your shoes fit only you
Anyone can trace your steps
But lifting up the world
Is only with your biceps
We take you for granted
If you were not precisely here
A hole opens in the universe
Disappearing forever is a fear
Beauty is created by your hand
Carried by every touch
On any day you are absent
We prop life with a crutch
You blow in like a summer gale
A sunshine smile a mile wide
Memories of the best of times
Like the walk along the seaside
If you are here, where am I
Bandied about inside a cyclone
Bouncing like an angry tumbleweed
Skipping about the flatland alone
You scope out your demarcation
Like a farmer drawing a border
Accentuating the distance
Loneliness made to order
It must be hard being you
Following a compass to the degree
Flying above mere mortals
Not noticing us beneath the trees
Following the map I’d get lost
All points lead directly to you
When the trail dust settles down
There’s a very clear image in view
I think you’ve tracked me down
Centered in your cross-hairs
Hoping you don’t pull the trigger
Escaping by the backstairs
We couldn’t be further apart
With the map I bend it all around
So the ends meet point to point
Standing on the very same ground
It’s a rigorous climb to be a friend
Words give me a fuzzy dry throat
Trying find the letter-perfect phrase
To hold and savior as a whole note
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