Tuesday, December 20, 2005


You ask of me
Just a piece
A sliver
That you can call
Your own

I smile and joke
And look away
As if to ignore
The plea in your eyes

You get angry
You snub me, shun me
Curse me, Leave me

And I stay behind
Counting our footprints
In the sand

How could I
Ever tell you
That what you ask of me
Is not mine
To give

I have nothing left
Just an empty husk
And now with you
Even that husk
Has gone

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