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I hid myself from you

When I would see

You with her.

My hands would tremble

And get cold;

So cold I could not bend my fingers

Until I could feel

Your comforting hand

Touch them.



I would run away from you,

But I got nowhere.

The only place

My feet led me

Is to deep sadness,

I would walk the smoky paths

With my eyes

On the muddy ground,

Never looking up

To the black

Starry sky,

Never smiling

Unless

I saw you

Smile back at me.



Why do I feel so different now

That I have you back?

I never stopped

Running

On that broken path,

My heart

Swollen and

Broken still,

Away from all known life

Shivering in the icy boundaries

That separate

Me from You.



Justine Marie Zingg

9/15/03