though we together might an hour spend
at length conversing, or in company walk
a while, we'll afterward in separation end
and be no closer for the shallow talk
we've shared. Why, then, continue stealing time
to meet, if all we gain's a few forgotten hours
that make of true friendship a pantomime
and make of us two vacillating cowards
who neither build, nor cease, but carry on
the sad charade - for habit? or for want
of imagination? should this wan
farce end, and we no longer one another haunt?
Would that our lives were once again entwined!
Else part, and each the other leave behind.
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