anywhen

3pm,
sipping the piping hot afternoon coffee.
my fifth cup.

filled with documents of all sorts,
my desk.

playing in my MP3 is the song.
your song.

on my right,
a takeaway bag.
filled with macdonalds french fries,
your favourite food.


i am not eating it,neither am i humming to the song.

i just need you to be surrounding me,
to focus my concentration back to living my life well.

dear one,
i just need your presence around me.








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