Excuse me
I see you're in a frightful hurry
Could I interrupt and interject
A whimsical pause?
The truth of the matter
My heart may just shatter
Not a thread of melodrama
Do I allow past my lips
Yet my concern
For your well-being
Inhabits the fathom-less abyss
I appreciate your angst
You are now, already leagues away
Though the last of you remains
Quivering with the will to escape
To matters of dreadful importance
Your throttled respirations
Anticipating each word will be my last
Alright then
I was just wondering
Will you see the sky this morning?
It's quite extraordinary!
I see
Sorry to bother
Good day then.
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