he was trying - trying to get in touch
not a net frenzy or a geek
yet he'd come
to check if she
by any chance
had cared to sneak
but there was no reply
it had been a few weeks
but there was no reply
the happy lad, then became sad
like you probably can't laugh
over the same joke
over and over again
you also can't be sad
about the same misery
over and over again
you get over it.. with time
he had started to believe
life was not about waiting
for the storm to pass
not to let go things in vain
but about learning to dance
dance in the rain
and he did learn to tap
with a litte more
of salsa and jazz
not caring anymore
why there was no reply
he did get over it... with time
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