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I don't know what to call this one...

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You're out there
Moving through your lists.
Traversing the terrain of your day.
Accomplishing things.

I suppose I'm doing the same
Here, at this desk, faithful to my work.
But honestly, my ferrous thoughts fly
Always to you, your magnetic heart.

I wonder if you feel
These thin cables shooting to you --
Spidery filaments of intention and love
Gently looping your hands, your face?

Later tonight
I will use them to pull you toward me,
Guide you to this incomplete house.
Back home to me.