The End

	I charish the memories,
	Old poems to you written,
	Old photos of us together,
	Old feelings I used to have.

	You were my best friend,
	Exciting lover, confidant.
	But that was then...
		...and this is now.

	I keep on because it will hurt,
	saying goodbye and admiting defeat.
	I have my doubts, maybe I'm leaving
	The one good choice I had in life.

	Why does it hurt so much to quit?
	Why don't I feel this burning love?
	Why do i want someone else?
	Why do I still want you too?

	In my ideal imagination,
	You'd let me be free,
	to see if I want someone else,
	but to have you still want me.

	I wish I could find out
	if there was more happines
	then what I already have
	or don't have..	

	I wish you could tell me
	You'd still be there waiting
	for me to decide.
	But I know you can't.

	I can only offer you the
	slow painful way...
	You will have to leave me
	quickly to stop the pain.

	Something has to change...
	This has to end somehow
	Or I have to end my own
	confussion and wanting.

		7/94	

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