She counts
The days, hours,
Minutes, seconds......
Till she sees him again,
Hears him again,
Feel him again,
Just be around him again.
He counts hours,
Minutes, seconds.........
That he has
To waist with her
Listening to her endless chatter...
Till she hangs up the phone,
And he can sleep for good...
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