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I try to fill my time

waiting for you to call.

Sitting bored out of my mind

wishing you were here.

Minutes tick by so slowly

still no word from you.

I start to think

I've upset you somehow.

Wondering if that is the case

I begin to pace the room.

Silence can be deafening

the mind plays terrible tricks.

Upset at your stillness

I yell at my phone.

I didn't want to talk to you anyway.

Yet when the phone

finally plays your song

My heart soars, my eyes light up,

and I can't seem to stop smiling.

All is right, all is forgiven,

and all is forgotten.