Thinking about
All the good times we shared
Foolishly thinking
That you actually cared
Trying to relieve
The heartache inside
Find all i can do
Is curl up and hide
Pathetically crying
My poor self to sleep
Finding that nothing
Comes easily while you weep
Resolution to the pain
Is never 'round the bend
All i am able to do,
Is silently wish for and end
August 11, 1998
Sara R. Barthol
