Impatience

What is this feeling

I am feeling?

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I

Hang

On

Every

Word.

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Each moment I can see

The text not sent

The call not made,

And I feel the distance growing near.

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One time I felt we were together,

But now we feel a world apart.

And in that little space I tether

What remains of a broken heart.

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But now the screen lights up in pleasure.

Another text from you, my sweet.

My delight just then is without measure,

Frustration gone with a single feat.

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But when I speak of something real,

His words avoid the words I’ve said.

That spark I’d though that I could feel,

Went out with you, the embers dead.