Waiting for you to appear
Is like a faucet that drips
ever so slowly
drives me crazy.
You said I'll be back soon
but soon isn't fast enough.
I grow tired of waiting
and yet you don't show up.
Maybe the storm is keeping you
how I miss your smiles
and the sound of your laughter
as well as your arm around me.
My phone is silent and I wonder
Are you ok?
Maybe I should have told you
to stay home.
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