time dribbles past with frustrating disdane.
Wish there was something i could do instead of waiting here,
on the otherside of the line.
not knowing when or where it would take shape,
the passing furrows of my trouble.
he said, i would, and i could,
but now this words are mangled by buts' and whos'.
The direst of tests that lay before me,
misery cloaked in deceit.