Missing You

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I don't know
what to say.

So, in moments like these,
I've taught myself to say
nothing.

I need you
to be the first to speak.

I don't want
to chase after you.

But I can hardly
force you to speak.

So I wait
and I wonder,
about what you'll say,
if anything at all.

So I wait
and I wonder,
about what you could be doing
while I am waiting
and wondering.

So I wait
and I wonder,
if you, too, are waiting
and wondering.

After days of this,
a single message
lights up my phone.

My blood pounds faster,
my heart skips a beat,
the very air in lungs
disappears,
as it so often has
in these past few days.

Hoping against hope,
I check the message.

"Missing you," you say.

And I sigh...

Relief...

Because I've been missing you,
too.

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