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by Jeph Johnson

When she spoke through the phone
my eyes welled up with tears.
She left me holding on as if I had no fears.

But fear entered my soul,
terror, then my mind.
Rage started to surface, then she spoke so kind:

"I still miss you a lot."
She told me through the line.
"You've been very good to me, I don't regret those times."

But times like this demand
some kind of bravery;
A kind I've never shown...the kind she showed to me.

It was our final conversation.

I said, "I miss you too.
I've never felt so right;
Holding close the woman I want most in life."

"It can't go on this way!"
She snapped back, way too fast.
"Stop reminiscing, leave old memories in the past!"

Trying to understand,
I asked for reasons why...
"It's just a feeling deep inside our love has died.

Our love not quite fullfilled,
yet closer than before;
Circling helplessly like a revolving door."

It was our final conversation.

She still wants to be friends,
she still needs company,
But she just cannot comprehend her life with me.

She said: "Guess I've got to go,"
so I hung up the phone,
Contemplating how it would be on my own.

Without her by my side,
would I now limp through life?
Or could I walk with dignity to find a wife?