Measure for measure

I have come back
to measure you

Not for your works, your public deeds
not brick or paper
or formula’d cell

I came to yard out the smiles
and held hands, soft words
close warm breaths in darkness

I have come back to pace
the flank walls of your caring
to ladder the gables of your giving

I have come back to remember
I have come back because you called me

did you call me?

I have come back to say sorry

I have come back

I came to be measured

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