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The Steppingstone Syndrome
It
happened again
I swore I wouldn't, in vain
I
let someone in to close, I know better
A few weeks or months sometimes we are together
But
the end is the same, 'tis true
And always out of the blue
Some
just up and disappear and I cry
Others try to tell me why
A
few remain in touch as friends
After the sorrow and grieving ends
What
is there about me that attracts
I really don't know, I need the facts
I
lead the way from isolation
Reminding you of loves relation
These
relationships always surprise me
I promise myself to wait and see
Soon
after the joy, the sharing
The hurting begins from too much caring
I
am not free to discover, explore
You always seem to want so much more
So
you quietly begin to look
Always someone, like pebbles in a brook
I
sometimes falter at setting the tone
Becoming only your Steppingstone
©Dimara
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