Years

We never know what we have until it’s gone
But I know that I have never had that
Why is it that the people we need to talk with most
The shoulders we cry on
Always run on schedules separate from our own
I need to hear your words
To know that this will come out right
My dear old friend, where did your impeccable timing go?

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