i knew she would show up eventually,
perhaps a husband in tow, or not,
maybe a dog, in a car or on the bus,
a phone call perhaps, a knock on
the door.
i knew she would show up eventually,
likely without a return address, but
promises of one, maybe here,
i mostly knew that whenever she
showed up, i would be happy
and i am.
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