Here I am yet again,
this day, a plan in place,
prepared with gift of token kind,
enough to show I care.
Excited with anticipation,
the time, for it draws near.
Faith prevails, though uncertain,
a hope that things still stand.
Undeterred, I carry on,
no clear communique.
Arrived said time, no sign of you,
the hope turns to despair.
A death of sorts arrives this...
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