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2 C U
Word from you would be manna from heaven,
Sweet relief when the world has been so cruel.
I check the clock – a quarter to seven –
And my façade of patience loses cool.
The cubes clink nervously around my glass
As I fan away these ninety degrees.
I recline to the sounds of cutting grass
And Seals and Crofts performing “Summer Breeze.”
AC fills the room. It’s nearly nine now.
I get through dinner and it crawls past ten,
Testing all my endurance will allow.
I begin to contemplate a sleepless night when
My phone rings, your dusky voice wafting through,
And I smile making plans 2 C U.
