H-sc-I-ary-V III

I had the little
Pale yellow slip of paper
With my I.D. number on it
Ready in my timid hand.
Your office lights were off
And door locked.
We had planned to meet
Exactly when I had shown up,
So why weren't you there?
You know how
Scary and important this test it
And how scary and important the results are,
So if you're the only person who can give me
My results,
Why didn't you show?
Oh yeah,
You were out with your friends in
NYC.
Damn,
Another weekend
Of worry and 'what if's.
Thanks.
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Ooh.
Ooh. I'm so sorry, Em.
Good poem, though.
Excellent last line.
Thanks, Its alright though,
Thanks,
Its alright though, another day or so won't be all that bad.
:)