It's strange to miss that little bright green dot
That always makes me smile at my screen;
Sometime's it's red, or orange, but that spot
Is what I treasure - when it is not seen
I don't know what to do. It's very odd.
I want to conjure it - to conjure you.
And even though I know, and give the nod,
To why you're missing, I can hardly do
Without that little harbinger of joy
That brightens up my day with its small light;
You'd think that happiness would quickly cloy,
But my heart searches for it every night.
I'm sure it will return, and I know when,
And oh how happy I will be again.
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