Absence's Wake
Time measured in minutes and seconds are a constant enemy of the battle I endure, until the next time I see your face.
I arise each day with your thought and my decent at night isn't complete without you being the final one thought.
Overwhelmed by the promised heart and so I continue to struggle, until the next faithful day.
Anxiously awaiting the next time we're together ending absence's wake.
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