About 40 minutes every two weeks or so

I hear the call

about 40 minutes of my free time

 

I feel sad, but happy

at the same time

About 40 minutes of only

one image

 

One image, half frozen

My eyes are looking for more

About 40 minutes a time

this will all come to an end.

 

Then, I wait

about 40 minutes a month

 

I wait

I hear

I listen

I see

 

But

 

I can’t wait

I can’t hear

I can’t listen

I can’t see

what happens outside of that

 

one image

About 40 minutes and beyond

It wanders in my mind

 

About 40 minutes

one image

Skype says we are conneted

but are we

really

(poem for English class)

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