Love in my heart
tells me we are not apart
 
know you’re out there
...somewhere
 
Feelings not clear
Maybe you’re near
 
Trapped in this place
only to keep pace
 
Tick-Tocking
The clocks not stopping

This poem is about waiting for a loved one, but you aren't allowed to leave your area. Say you are stuck at work thinking about coming home to your loving wife or husband, or maybe in a darker term, a couple where one has passed on and waiting for the other to join them.

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