I hear your footsteps from far away,
You walk in my mind,
Running errands on the way,
I smile to myself,
There he is late again,
Still, no sign of you...
I have been waiting silly for so long,
Have fixed my hair every few minutes,
The freshly ironed cotton is creased,
Worried I bite the dead skin around my lips,
The promised hour has come and passed,
The light has dimmed,
The fire is out,
Won’t you be coming today?
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