One -weak-

One Week

Seven days, without the sound of your hoofbeat echoing my heart palpations;
168 hours, thinking of thee, galloping in glee.
10,080 minutes without the feeling of your soft nose, nuzzling up against me.
604,800 seconds, of having you canter through my every thought, waiting.

Impaitently keeping myself busy,
counting down every day,
every hour, minute,
to the exact second.
Tapping my fingers in a post trot beat,
feeling so incomplete.


Seven days, wanting to feel the wind in my face.
168 hours, thinking of your silly little whinnies of joy.
10,080 minutes waiting to see you out in the pasture, happily grazing.
604,800 seconds wanting to spoil to you with treats.

One week;
Seven days,
168 hours,
10,080 minutes,
604,800 seconds
without my darling horses,
making me feel incomplete,
like a puzzle with missing pieces;
makes
One weak.


New poem!
Like it?
It was just a spur of the moment thing.
Comments/thoughts please?

I'm hopefuly going riding Thursday!
Well, I am, no matter what xD
I'mma do the two hour, hopefuly, if not, I'll do the one hour advanced,
I couldn't find out yesterday, because I called about half an hour to late, because I thought they were closed Mondays and Tuesdays, but they're closed Tuesdays and Wensdays, so when I remembered this, I was a bit too late -.- Oh well, I left two messages, either way, I'm riding.
I'm taking Amanda with me too, hopefuly.