Only so many hours in a day;
Only so many minutes in each hour.
Greedy of the time you are away
Feeling that every moment might devour
All that I am, and I have been to you
Unless I'm there to jog your memory;
Unless I'm there to plea, cajole, and sue
And bring your loving focus back to me.
All this would be unhealthy and obscene
And therefore all unworthy of your love;
But there must be some place, still, inbetween
This posture and a total absence of
All interest in your presence: and there I
Sit, and I'll say I miss you by and by.
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