This marks the third time in a row

I have written about you,

light from the screen taunts me

my own words mock my fingertips.

By now I should have it figured out

I should know what to say to you

but the heart in me trembles

at the thought of seeing your face.

Third time lucky they say

Luck is for the foolish I say

It never works for me

So why would it this time around?

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