Long are the days without you
Endless are the nights
When you are not here
I count sheep
I count my thoughts
I count the words
That I could have spoken with you
And the words that you
Would have spoken
I mumble to myself
Walk around aimlessly
Try to busy myself with some unfulfilling work
I scroll through my feed
Chuckle occasionally, half-heartedly
Wait
Then I go back to counting sheep
I resume
Twenty-five thousand
Four hundred and thirty-three
Twenty-five thousand
Four hundred and thirty-four

Such a wonderful reflection on longing and the stillness of waiting.
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Beautifully composed….loved it
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Thank you!
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Jeez that’s a lot of sheep. I wish you the best in your quest for love. My advice- find a mistletoe, you know the rest. Happy Holidays Frank!
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Dear Frank, kindly neglect earlier comment addressed to Ian. I’m sorry! Your posts have easy flow of river water 💦 splashing of ideas 💡 new. This post shows it well.
How nice of you to like my post on Concert 🥰❤️💓♥️🌿🌼💕
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Dear Ian Your posts have easy flow of river water 💦 splashing of ideas 💡 new. This post shows it well.
How nice of you to like my post on Concert 🥰❤️💓♥️🌿🌼💕
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Nice! A man truly in love?
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I can neither confirm nor deny it 😁
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Nice
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Thank you
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