Escape from this?
Every minute of every day,
you're there in my mind.
Soul reaching for your warm embrace,
that I know can never come again.
Our hands locked together,
we thought for all time.
"I want you to know me" you said,
but how could I,
when you never gave the truth?
Why it happened this way?
You will never know the torture.
You can't know the pain,
since pain is for real,
you were never for real.
I just feel it everyday,
you don't care.
Sorry for the recent and not so recent flurry of poems. It's how I feel at the moment.
Then I go and do something daft like offer my resignation, just to make her happier.
We work in the same building you see. ( Humm way to much personal information here. )
(c) 18 November 1998 21:20, Fnagaton.