A poem of when you are anticipating something new, but have yet to let go of the old.
Counting down the days, to what I do not know
My life is a constant countdown, always waiting
Days are getting shorter, I barely notice them
My life is passing me by as I wait for it to begin
I am not seeing what is in front of me
Too busy dwelling on what is behind me
It is hard to hold on to you
I have not let go of the one before you
Always waiting, always counting
Just wait for me too, and count with me
I will see you soon.
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