Over and Again
You asked to be excused today as well,
For some work that keeps you busy.
The procrastinator you always are,
Takes a back seat when you're with me.
And when you're away, all I can think of
Is a conversation that lasts a minute.
The frays of your "sorry's" linger on,
As silence comes back to check on me again.
Even so, every time you do come back
I let go of the past.
As your lips touch mine and I feel your smile on them,
I watch silence look back at me and say,
I'll be back over and over again.
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