thoughts of you running through my head.
Wishing you were right here,
so I could hold you near.
Listening to songs, they remind me of you.
Now we are no longer one, but two.
But at least now I know that you still care.
I've tried to call, but you weren't there.
Now I'm waiting impatiently,
'till I can hear you sweet voice of thee.
The end of my poem, this is here,
I'll count the days until you're near.
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