I wouldn't go if you would not be there
But won't know if you're going 'til I've come,
And missing you is more than I could bear.
It's clear I ought to try to rig up some
More prescient warning system than my eyes;
Some way of telling when still far away
If you are there, and so avoid surprise.
Yet that would be disturbing in way
Almost as bad, or maybe even worse
Than merely failing to meet up with you:
For though I fear that evil, and rehearse
Complaints against it, it is normal to
Not know where you might be. The other seems
An option only in nightmarish dreams.
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