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At work

I worry about you
as I am away at work;

I must work
but I would rather be
     there, with you.

And so I worry
that you will fall
     and I won't be there
     to kiss your knee

I worry
that I cannot control
     all that happens to you.

And I worry
that the contours of your face
     will change
          as I am away from you
               and you will slip from my fingers
                    without me letting you know

that I worry about you.
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