Sitting there talking
For hours on end,
On nothing in particular
Except how things had been.

Remembering the past,
And the times we conceal,
Hoping to forget,
All the ways I feel.

I long to kiss you,
And hold you tight.
But still I sit talking
And being polite.

One day I hope this gap
Will be bridged.
And my feelings of love,
May be unhinged.

But still, I sit
All this through my mind,
Hoping that soon
Might be our time.
 
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