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3 January 1999

Questioning Fate

What if she hurts me?

Sends me out alone into the night

with teeth marks in my soul,

bruises to my ego,

and tears in my eyes?

 

What if she loves me not,

but loves another?

Dreams of her at night,

thinks of her at first light,

and wants her always?

 

What if we’re different?

Her spring to my fall;

my laugh to her smile.

What if she prays kneeling

while I sit quietly in the dark?

 

What if she’s the one…

                and I am letting her

                                walk

                                          quietly

                                                          away?

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