(know that they loved you) br br Our history closely br Mirrors the shape of our clay br Both, reclusive and introverts br Each secreted in distant and br Separate island sanctuary br br You ditched out before me br Or maybe I did, before you… br No matter, we rarely venture back br As if our hearts were ex-patriots of city-self br Besides, they believed we had found paradise br br But, did they not direct our paths? br I know they were our glue br They too, were reclusive and, still br We loved them beyond belief br Yet, they also, lived apart… br br (Hugging-Cedars Island, Tennessee br July 17,2006)br br Debora Shortbr br