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I'm never certain what I ought to do

When she's away, except that I should work.

But I can only work when work comes through

My mind, and that right now is a real jerk

That will not focus on what it should see

But dilly-dallies on more minor things.

I cannot force my productivity,

Nor the forgetfulness it always brings,

But must instead remember she is gone,

And know she will not saunter in the door,

But like the night when banished by the dawn,

It will be long until I see her more.

I would I could distract myself, but no

I always notice when she has to go.