Click
Click, click, on the keyboard
Tick, tick I’m getting old
It’s getting old,
This waiting for you
I call your name
You don’t hear me
I’m talking to myself
Headphones, cellphone
Zoned in, tuned out
You still don’t see
That you are losing me
You love your work
More than my company
I need to be your joy
Or else someone’s gift to enjoy
So much love to give
No one here (or there) to receive it
Click, click
Tick, tick
Time is running out
For you and I
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