Anger floods through
As I receive the news
That your visit will have to shorten.
Is it not bad enough they
Make me go on this trip,
Yet they force me to
Lessen the few precious
Days in which I have to see you.
Time so limited, days so short
That when I shall see you next
I know not, this I must report
Tears threaten to come, and
Anguish takes over, still I
Keep quiet of what I feel
For there is nothing I can
Do to change this course.

01/27/2001