As he was a distant figure
I’d need look twice
His hair was shorter,
And his face showed time—
So now it did appear
To be twice as old as mine
I did not comment
For it felt unkind
‘Round a table,
Near the long red barn,
He listened kindly
To my scrambled tongue
Then slipped to me the words
Of which I could not talk,
While a soft slow darkness
Drew our thoughts to rest
Slipped from bed most nights,
Barefoot I’d walk
Through the wet grass
Past the long red barn
Some can say goodnight,
But I would rather not
Risk my feet
Walking through the dark
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