Love Calls
I hear your call, but I cant respond for your call is not for me.I sit quietly and listen to your love call for another until I grow weary of the sounds through the window.
I wonder how far she traveled to answer and if she has answered many others before.
I listen with baited breath for my call from another, but when no longer sounds I hear,
I notice that it is no longer night, but day.
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