As this day unfolds
I see I'm not over you yet.
Waiting on your arrival
that may never come
Yields anxiousness, annoyance
regret and sadness.
That now I've been placed
secondary in your plans
after you've exhausted
all the social, work and family
to finally have time for me.
It's pitiful that I still regard you
so necessary and that I'd sit
around waiting for your reply.
Although you had need
for my services the other night,
of which I so willfully obliged
to help your fears go away.
So as you need, I'm worthy,
but as I need, after its all done
you might find the time, unless
something more interesting happens...
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