and she exits stage left...

[Charles Drekyll]

Here's my chance,
I will tell her how I feel!
I'll look her in the eye,
and wait she's leaving already,
but it isn't time to go .

S step out after her,
she sees me not.

No, no, no
what do I do, uhh.
I, I ....

and then she passes throught the doors...
with letter in hand I leave.
That letter I've worked on for so many hours,
the one I unloaded my soul into.
I rip it to shreds...
why keep it, she's gone, I won't see her again.

I drop the tattered remains into the trash,
and so fallows my heart.
Why do I need it?
she's gone...


by the way this really did happen to me, so not all poems are just some sad little fantasy.  

[iiEatCandii]

[[ii like it, its very.... sad.]]