My love
It will tell us precisely when
To show love
When and why
To argue
My love
It will clear the air
And day by day hour by hour even minute by minute
Like a day’s heartbeat should be:
Divided, cut in tiny pieces, shredded…
We will know what we need to know
My love
Now the only think you have to do for me
My love
Is child play, a simple gesture, really!
Don’t mean to put any pressure
On your busy day,
Your minutes are hungry: they eat your life,
And there is no time left,
Not even enough time to
Make promises…
Will
you call me back, my love?
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