How many days go past and I push you aside. How much have you already given me and I abuse it. Time is a gift for me, yet I seem to waste it. When will time teach me to use it correctly?

It has been a while since the last time I've written. It has always been in the back of my mind and never forgotten. I must always bring myself to work for you no matter what comes my way in life.

Even when I am intimately into conversation, education or even populated areas, I am always thinking and feeling you. How long can we continue to pretend to ignore what is real?