although you only stare at me briefly, and then look away.
This morning when you slammed your book shut, and were tempted to yell,
was it not obvious that they'd understand, if only you'd tell.
I only wish for you to breathe slower, sit down and smile,
to know that there is more to this... than just running the mile.
... to give, to listen, to wait for them to talk,to not trot away, the day a friend couldn't help but slowly walk.
For which it is only this day, for me is all of what to say,
If only I had that promise of a tomorrow, I wonder if I'd live in a similar way.
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