8.28.09 Poem by James D. Faulkner

Another day, another session,
Look, I have a confession.
Not a day goes by without
You lurking in my head.
I pass you by everyday,
Hoping you'll look my way
Rather than telling you how I really feel.

Another hour, another second,
And I ask myself the question
That if I would ever have a
Second chance with the person
Who continues to make me smile
Even on days so vile,
And I wonder if it's crossed your mind.

Another Friday, another night
Where I waste all of my time
At a place I'd rather
Not be all together,
But simply there to catch
A glimpse or two of you
To make me complete.

Another quarter, another phone call,
To whom do I owe the pleasure?
......Could this be?
Is this real......?
Only time would tell
As I answered your call.

(..........)

Another day, another session
Where you hold my hand and
We talk about tomorrow
As if it will never end.
Despite all things prior,
It doesn't really matter,
As long as we have each other now.

8.28.09