Ever had one of those days,
When you'd be missing someone?
Though all that's happen between them,
has been left in World War 2.
Knowing that they're at the next chapter,
Knowing that you've reached the epilogue.
You'd hope that nothing will rekindle,
though nothing happens,
nothing again,
you'd be in insomnia,
because of what may haunt you.
Feelings, memories, worries,
about what's been shared,
about what could have been.
Then would you have ever had those other days,
When you'd be thinking about someone?
A new paperback,
with it's story you'd be eager to know,
Yet you'd carry uncertainty, curiosity,
Be it be true feelings,
or mediocre affection?
Still you'd ponder,
wondering what may be in stored.
or what you may share.
Blinded and walking the plank,
praying that the drop be shallow.
Hoping that we'd stop building castles in the sand box,
Hoping that we'd be sharing the same ice-cream.
Agony and ecstasy.
Thanks for listening.
Tune in again.
End of Track 37.
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