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I hang up the phone, and I smilingly wait.  I’m counting his footsteps with my heart from wherever he’s coming to wherever I am.

I woke up and feel the breezy morning.  I’m counting his footsteps freely pacing.

I let go of his hand one night and I counted his footsteps as he walked away.

I stared blankly in the ceiling one cold dawn.  I’m wondering if I’ll get to hear those footsteps agan.

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