NAPOWRIMO, POEM 18

Sometimes I find myself
Wondering where you are.
You’ve been gone for
What seems feels like ages.
I wonder, do I ever cross your mind?
For me, it happens all the time.

It’s the middle of the night
Want to talk, but can’t.
It’s the afternoon delight
I want to share, but can’t.
Do I ever cross your mind?
For me, it happens all the time.

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