Whenever I set foot in a new place,
Exploring where I have not been before,
I feel the pressing lack of your embrace.
I do acknowledge that we did explore
Without much contact, but I have since learned
The wonder that is wandering with you;
Therefore the thing for which I only yearned
Is necessary, and I greatly rue
Its absence, even though before we went
Not hand in hand, or even side by side;
Now I am used to having your arm lent
To me, and so it's harder to abide
This solo exploration. Please come back
And with your loving arms fill up the lack.
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