My Work Day Is Over

My work day is over,
The day is done.
I’m done with the chores,
It’s my time for fun.

I turn on the screen
Under the dim light,
Who is this person
That intrigues me every night?

Can’t wait to talk to her
To see how she is doing,
Will she stick around
Or will she be going

Because if she left,
It would break my heart.
I’ve enjoyed her company
From the very start.

We talk for hours,
Sometimes about nothing,
But the conversations,
They always mean something.

So every morning I look
Forward to the night,
Hoping someday I may
Have this girl in my sights.

by Kristi Wilkinson

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