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17 days

A lot can happen in 17 days
People will be born
People will die
Children will learn new skills
And adults will change a habit
Two people could fall in love
Or even fall apart

I guess, objectively, 17 days
Is not such a long time
Just two weeks of work
And 3 weekends

People can keep busy
They can reflect and relax
They can see new things
And grow to appreciate old ones
It's just enough time to get used to something
Or to decide it won't do at all

And so I wait for your return
And whatever it may bring
I'm preparing myself for anything
And soothing feelings of longing
Here in the in-between

But what I know won't alter
Is the feeling deep within
The one I'm afraid to utter
The one that can't be seen
And I allow the smallest piece of me to hope
That deep within you there's another such immovable thing.

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