I am counting the next Christmases
The next Valentine’s Days;
I am counting on every hour and minute,
Every distant conversation,
Until I hear your voice again.
I patiently sit through every smile and laughter,
Through the ocean of eyes that pass by;
Like a hawk, I wait through every face that come along,
Until I see yours searching for mine.
I write through every riddle and song,
Through the poems and letters,
As my pen draws out the last line,
And I feel your fingertips locked in mine. #