i fought through
thickly constipated traffic 
just to reach my desired destination
(to meet you)
but on my way i ran through roadkill
and impatient drivers honking
or shaking their fists
with fingers pointing to the sky
i endured people cutting me off
on a narrow road
and cars turning left without their signals on
i had to sit there impatient with all the wait
while precious Time who drove alongside me
left
and sped away onto the highway
until he is nowhere to be seen
i still have to fight through the muzzled traffic
just to catch up with the runaway Time
who left me to be spat at
by impatient drivers
abusing me with their fingers

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