The loyal hound of my thought follows you,
(though you never called for it).
Not to spy,
not too close, just curious where you might go,
wondering if you wanted company--
that sort of thing.
It isn't much.
My heart wants to protect you
like the glass of a lantern
that lets in air but shuts out
an extinguishing breeze--
I think these things but freeze
before I could say them aloud.
It's both not a lot
and seems like too much.
I can't protect you
from time,
or care,
or loss
but trust you are safe
from me.
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