It's been a long while,
since this me has come around,
but I like her,
and she is me,
hands down.
Getting to know me,
words,
your kind of grace.
I have come to love,
your Native way.
So.
the divide no longer separates us,
instead the miles do intend,
stars still guiding,
the rules we might bend.
And until I do see,
the real you,
my hand,
outstretched,
still waits,
for you.
Copyright August 2013 Sossina J Chirhart
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