too busy for me

I see that you are busy, darling
So busy that you don't see me
Standing here, in front of you
So busy that you can't imagine
How we could ever work
So busy that I'm wondering
What I'm doing here
So busy that I question
Everything because you
Left me to fend for myself
Because you wouldn't see
What is most important
And being busy is not it.

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