when muses fish

I am here
No, you’re not
You were never away
So how can you be here
When you never went away
You only closed a blind
An eye that was blind
Before you shut it
We were here
Just as a fisherman
On a lakebed
And we mean no body
Patiently waiting
As that is what a good fisherman does
For the extraordinary catch
Not that it is better than anyone else’s catch
Just extraordinary in the fact that one has caught anything at all
And now you see
And you are no longer blind
You never were blind
You were always here
While never here
I was the one waiting
For you to return
I was the one here
Waiting not to be
Without you

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