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although i understand
why we play
this waiting game

why we share but snippets
at open or close of day

i can’t seem to manage
my heart or head
or soul.

sleeping nights away,
hoping to read a message
sent sometime before dawn

yearning for something,
anything…
just to know this is real.

just to know this is real,
i’ll poke and prod
and make a nuisance of myself

just to know this is real,
i’ll probably do more harm
than good.

but i have to know.

i really need to know.

you see,
my heart and soul agree,
but my head begins to wonder.

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