time it ticked again again

Time – it ticked – again – again

And stroked the hand of sorrow

I may be here today she said –

But will I be tomorrow

Will it come – should I wait

And part with dreams to please

Your sentiment of heartfelt grief –

I shan’t – I will not ease

Ergo time ticked – it would not stop

To lend more time to share

The mood – the sun’s mortality

Portrayed its own despair

Despair one ought defeat – (with time)

The dawn of a new day

A chance encounter tomorrow brought

Then waved despair away

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