Waiting is always agony especially when you know not when the waiting will finally be over.
Two nights had passed I think of you still
And I know you do me.
The months I spent with you
Were my happiest
And were yours too.
Sometimes I think
Of telling you not to think
Too much about me
But I know, even if I tell you
You would still do.
Your heart reaches out to mine
From far away
Mine will meet you halfway.
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