I do mundane things 
                like fold fresh laundered underwear, 
                  listening to each click and whirr 
                of the ancient digital clock, 
                   marking the minutes till our agreed time 
           is here 
              and I can phone, 
                  choosing with care a poem 
                      to lift your soul 
                         to make you smile. 

                   Still waiting, the time not right, 
                   bearing the weight of endless seconds, 
                   occupy Myself, keep busy, 
                   upload another frenzy of photographs, 
              
                    More digital dreams 
                      with you the centerpiece, 
                        subtly disguised, yet plainly there 
                         for all to see 

                               My love 

                               don't cry 
                              for in these simple things I do, 
                               to occupy my time 
                               you leave your mark on Me. 

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