my day is sitting on my insipid desk
incessant phone calls, no rest
my day does not miss you
it breathes you
my day has had no news yet
my day wishes today we'd met
my day is again wanting to sit under an oak tree
sip good wine and write some poetry
my day is anxious to win the world
my day is anticipation curled
my day my day my darling
is what i want it to be
its the hope that i live with
my day ....is thee!
sorry....
my day does not have you
my day IS YOU...
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