Day Nineteen

All day was spent,
thinking about you,
and somehow I feel,
you know that too,
each word I wrote
(or rather each letter)
I Miss You, cried aloud.

Two more days to go,
mind says, rejoice!
the heart senses,
no wait, hold the breath,
this is gonna take
a little longer,
than I expect.

Heart has it's own way
to count hours and days,
it changes every minute,
it speaks again.