Twenty-three hours since he responded
Anticipation crawls over my heart
Eyes like wet leaves
Glued to glass screens
I have become the girl with coffee stains
That lingers over her bright white blouse
Always second place
Clinging onto
The inklings of love
That she will never receive
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