Just one more day. A few maybe.
Or next week and every week thereafter
Til year’s end and I wait anew
I have nothing but dutiful time
And know every waiting room in my mind
For surely you will come or pass close by
For though it’s true we have never met
And destiny works hard
Forever to keep our parallel lives apart
Your absence is more eloquent
Than your presence would ever be
Adieu and don’t forget about me and we.