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Jan 2014
Your days pass so quickly
To me
Barely there
And all of a sudden it's tomorrow where you are,
And I am still waiting back in yesterday.
But I am learning
Overseas, over here,
To love you without fearing you,
As you prove to me day by day
That maybe there won't come the morning
Of the last day you ever write me back,
And maybe you will not forget me,
And maybe you will not want to.
I am gun shy
But every day you make me feel
A little less afraid.
All it takes is time to comfort me
And how odd that it should be London Time
(Already ten o'clock and dark
Where you are
Before I've even sat down to dinner.)
When I spent months fearing
These coming months.
Mikaila
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Mikaila
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