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farewell
November 11th, 2002


it's there, but it isn't
it's felt, but really is it?
i want to feel it
to believe it
but i fear that is nonexistant

remembering those days
feeling happy, feeling content
not a care in the world
except for a single fact
one will go, but the other must remain

i am losing a part of me,
i say to him, a part
that was never there before
sincerity has made me vulnerable
as is evident by wet tears

think not that you lose a part,
he tells me, but rather
that you gain a part of me
i gaze at him
admiring his unwavering stability

i'm weak, but i'm not
i let go, but must i really?
it would be selfish
to keep him here
so i must go on without

now there are no more tears
nothing left to cry
he's far away
so, too, are my feelings
fled since we said 'Goodbye'

nothing but a dull ache
is left to remind me
i lost something
but gained another's
and will cherish it for eternity



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