Soon

White clouds spell out your name
The wind echoes your song
Everytime the clock looks the same
The seconds are ticking too long

Hours I've spent waiting
Hoping you'd be here sooner
Good thing I love writing
Poems and prose on paper

The calendar counts its days
I'm thinking what else to do
Writing our names in so many ways
Wishing just to be with you

I hope time can run faster
Then it would be just fine
The sooner this week would be over
The sooner you would be mine

(reposting a poem I wrote on August 9, 2007. This is also titled: No I Don't Miss You At All. I wrote this especially for someone special when the times were easy, happy, and I fell so hopelessly in love with him. I hope he remembers this..)