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   Blindly I followed you

As you took me to that place,

Underneath the mist and shadow;

Untouched by time and space.

To a grave covered in wilted flowers,

From a funeral I could not attend.

For someone who I used to know,

This symbolized the end.

You took me there to say good-bye;

I needed to let go.

I can't remember how long we stayed;

It seemed that time was slow.

I couldn't cry or shed a tear,

I wanted to go home.

You help my hand to keep me there,

Yet still I felt alone.

I didn't want to say good-bye,

Somehow in my mind

I thought that if I didn't cry,

I'd change the course of time.

How do you ever accept the fact

That one you loved is gone?

Were we together yesterday?

I guess time struggles on.

I didn't know how much I cared

While we were still apart.

But now to have to say good-bye:

I don't know where to start.

You left me with some time to think,

Some time to talk to him.

The fact that he had died so young

Was in itself a sin.

That day when you took me home,

What I told you was a lie.

I never will forget his face;

I can never say good-bye.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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