I tried anticipating your next move:
I prepped my calendar and kept it free,
Of course, bitch time just had to go and prove
That such precaution would not set me free.
Some promised obligation broke my promise
To you and you and you and you and you;
Those sacred plans will have to take a miss -
I've yet to find how one can yet make two.
If I could many places be, I'd leap
Enraptured - how I'd conquer time and goal!
Such glorious boons of love that I could reap,
A multitude of loves would fill my soul.
Until my one is two I will content
With busted promises too spent.