Every moment of my day
is bound by a single thread.
I wake and work, rest and sleep.
All the while
My thoughts are filled with you.
Everything has a purpose,
at least that’s what people say.
But being here while you are there:
I fail to see the point,
I only know it will not always be this way.
Every day that I miss you
doesn’t just take me a day further
from the last time I saw you,
it also puts me a day closer
to the next time I’ll see you.
© 2017 Abigail Gronway – All Rights Reserved
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