2002-09-17 - 5:32 a.m.
Turning from the final shred
of all I dread to lose...
"she had to go" I say
as though to put me in her shoes...
then vociferously
making my great, final, one last stand
I let her let me go
and left her sinking in quicksand
small wonder
I return to find her skeleton submerged
down under
there's a moral
to the pillar where I'm scourged
and I suffer her disdain
and she doesn't speak my name
and I think it serves me right
because I love her just the same
yes, my tears detect her pain
and I just ignore my brain
because she isn't in my sight
and yet I love her just the same
Turning from the final shred
of all I dread to lose...
"she was too young" I say
and then I start to sing the blues...
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