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I scratch my neck and crack my knuckle

Memories of you make my knees buckle

Try to force them out as i sit in the quiet

But you are consuming my mental diet

Can’t help but wonder where you might be

Dare I hope that you wish it was with me?

Make myself busy, move to occupy

Busy work and nonsense to make time go by

But there you are sitting in the back of my mind

Among the doubts and the worries, a beacon, you shine

And while i open the gifts from a box or a crate

I secretly know the best gift comes a day late



12/24/02