End Of The Road

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August 2002 Poetry

I can feel the end drawing near,

we’re so close,

to the end of the road,

the end of us.

But I just can’t let go.

No matter how many tears I cry,

or how much pain there is,

I can’t let go.

And when we speak,

it’s like magic,

and all of a sudden,

I’m back at the beginning of the road again.



~*~ Jill ~*~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this on 8-31-02. Bad day.

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