Tap, Tap, Tap

Together forever we though we may be,

Until the day I was called in for service;

But all was not lost, for our phones were the key

Call, text, and stay in contact we shall be. Still I be nervous

 

Days after days across the ocean

I had finally to make the first act,

Without a train of thought; just me and my thumbs in motion

Stating out, “Hello? Sorry for the lack of attendance you desire in which I had lacked”

 

Hours had passed by, not a single reply. I cannot believe,

For it seems that it was now over, that I had been beat…

… “Oh it’s quite already. And I’m sorry for what I may have deceive”

There I stand, feeling nothing but joy from head to my feet

 

“Oh thank God! I was afraid you gone as such of a beautiful dove”

“Oh dear no! I cannot do that, especially to the one whom I love”             

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