I wait for my friends

I have no life to live.
I wait for my friends.
Perhaps today is the day they see how much I love them.
It could be today.

No letter in my mailbox.
No phone call from you.
Your dreams visit me,
Your thoughts blow through my form.

How I long to tell you the stories of my escape to freedom.

Today has come, it leaves me behind again.
You are not there to be held by the arms that long to play.

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