All day long I waited for your call.
Then when night has fallen, you call me.
Though by then, I am busy.
My life continues on with or without you.
Though I miss you
like a flower that misses the sun
on a cloudy day.
Yet, I snipped the bud of our conversation
before it could bloom
just to prove to myself
that I could.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
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