I feel like I have to hoard up
every word you grant me
Like a miser counting up every coin
storing away your thoughts
Deep into the recesses of my heart.
Because I am a beggar
pleading to hear your voice
Just one more time.
Who knows when I will receive
such a gift again
I pray, could you just spare a single penny?
But you always avoid my beseeching eyes
While conversing with another -
too busy hurrying to work -
Feigning ignorance to my plight.
And on the rare cloudy day,
when you decide to be with me again,
I sadly watch the clock
Knowing time spent with you is never enough.
But you always leave just the same.
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