Here I am
 lost
 feeling you drifting away
 slowly
 your hand sliping from mine
 as you walk
 into the mist
 and I do not look back

 I want to run after you
 but I can't.
 I want to cling to you
 and hold you back
 but it would do no good.
 You are gone
 and I am dead to you.

October 22, 2002

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