A minute is a lifetime - or a few
When I am waiting for you to arrive;
I almost wonder if I'm still alive,
Because my heartbeat stops when far from you.
How is it that I have not aged a day
When twice my life has passed before my eyes?
I look into my mirror with surprise
Seeing brown hair where I expected gray.
Yet why is it I chide the hours for
Their long dilation when it seems I bide
Within some vault whose magical inside
Vacates the time that should have gone before
And leaves me younger than I ought to be?
But please return, and bring back life to me.
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