He's Missing Me - Poem by Anya Lord
As Im sitting here at home constantly looking at and checking my phone,
I'm waiting for a msg,
A someone needs you tone,
How is she?
What's she doing?
of her I'm always thinking,
And then it arrives,
That green flashing light,
She's thinking of me and that she's alright,
Then I relax and on my face a big grin,
my strong special girl,
For the win
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