O, how the time flies
It slips away
Right through our desperate fingers
Alas, for now the time is gone
And I must leave thee
With this letter
To read and hopefully
Write back
So do not leave me standing
On the anticipating edge
Of uncertainty
I implore thee
Please respond
I long to see thee
I beg to be with thee
So please respond
It shall suffice
For conversation
Until our next meeting
The time is gone
I must go
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