I keep counting...
Counting to the last day we talked
Counting to the last day you messaged
Counting as each day goes by with nothing... and not knowing... and wondering
and even with my hands tied, my resolve stays steadfast in what you do and how I began to feel
all of it on pause... waiting at the edge... waiting to see your words on the screen again. waiting to hear that voice again
waiting to know that everything is ok...
everything to touch, taste, sight, hearing... is over bearing.
and under these overcast skies and light * just * too bright... where do I place this aching until ....until whereever "then" is....?
From my blog: athouse9.blogspot.com
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