The Oak Tree

I did not go away
Yet I was far away from you
Away from your house
Away from the light
That comes from your window
Away like rain in a drought
I want to return
Knock on your door
Visit your garden
Sit on the bench under the oak tree
I will bring a book with empty pages
I will wait for you.

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