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I save my pennies and my dimes

and think of you as I pen my rhymes

I cross my fingers and pray that you are home

I laugh while talking to you and try not to cry

when I am alone

I damn the miles that continue to keep us apart

as I curse the nights that I cannot call

if love were a stone

with my hot little heart

I think I could swear that I'd rub it raw

I am in dire doubt I admit to you

that it is true at times

yet, even now I find I'm hard pressed to recall

the reasons behind these self admitted crimes

except for the fact I'm not so sure if I can

take much more of this 'Tortured Wait'

If I don't get to touch you soon I may lash out

at the entire world out of shear frustration and

inhumane hate

but venture tells me soon that

our day will all too happily come to arrive

and I'll breath easily again but only when

into your welcoming arms I can cheerfully dive..........

(written June 23, 1993 am)