Wasting time but happy to,
As the screen flickers ever bright,
If only for a glimpse of you.
I've been up an hour or two,
Writing things that are small and trite .
I'm wasting time but happy to.
As these poems from my pen do spew
I'm passing through this time called night,
Looking for a glimpse of you.
When I started I think I knew
That such a plan could not go right.
I'm wasting time but happy to.
There's elation in my heart to view
The online icon blink to light.
It's my only glimpse of you.
The moments then of joy are few
As your icon turns back to white.
I'm wasting time but happy, too.
I've had my little glimpse of you.
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