Second

Seventeen years.
For seventeen years I waited
For Seventeen years I longed
for my day.

When it came,
you were still hovering
Hovering over my world
Like a plague of mosquitoes.

Nothing I did
Nothing I said
Was as important as you

Everything was dropped
when the phone rang
Would it be you or
someone else?

Commanding and overbearing.
I can't escape,
suffocated by you.
won't you leave?





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