Short message
I have sipped your drink. I have tasted your food. I have smelled your garden.
I know where you live and when you least expect it, we will meet again.
Even if you pretend that I have gone away to Zanzibar or to some forgotten star.
Even if you pretend that I am a ghost among the living or just a memory to be hidden.
When I walk through that door and cross the floor with firm steps
When I say your name with quiet words and peace of mind
You will be the one who will be trembling out of fear and fright.
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