An old friend,
I'd call him,
The way we both want each other,
And yet timing keeps us apart.

It's not yet time,
Even when I want it shortened,
So I tease,
I provoke.

His a patient friend,
Who takes his time,
It's saddening,
But next time I'll make you move.

Next time,
I will win,
It's a matter of time,
Before we meet death.....
By:Jn