Months Away

I can hear it. The sound of the cars passing by, the wind as it tunnels through the trees. I can hear every pin drop. I can hear every rain drop.

But, I cannot hear what I long for the most. A tone that tells me he messaged or called.

I rarely hear it these days, even when its hard to miss.

' I miss you' I typed and waited.

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No reply.

'Will you call today?' I messaged.
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My phone chimed and I opened the message faster than the wind.

' I miss you too.'