Another day, another session, <br />Look, I have a confession. <br />Not a day goes by without <br />You lurking in my head. <br />I pass you by everyday, <br />Hoping you'll look my way <br />Rather than telling you how I really feel. <br /> <br />Another hour, another second, <br />And I ask myself the question <br />That if I would ever have a <br />Second chance with the person <br />Who continues to make me smile <br />Even on days so vile, <br />And I wonder if it's crossed your mind. <br /> <br />Another Friday, another night <br />Where I waste all of my time <br />At a place I'd rather <br />Not be all together, <br />But simply there to catch <br />A glimpse or two of you <br />To make me complete. <br /> <br />Another quarter, another phone call, <br />To whom do I owe the pleasure? <br />......Could this be? <br />Is this real......? <br />Only time would tell <br />As I answered your call. <br /> <br />(..........) <br /> <br />Another day, another session <br />Where you hold my hand and <br />We talk about tomorrow <br />As if it will never end. <br />Despite all things prior, <br />It doesn't really matter, <br />As long as we have each other now. <br /> <br />8.28.09<br /><br />James D. Faulkner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/8-28-09/
