October 23, 2007
You are angry with me,
Is that all you can say?
I ask you why,
And you walk away.

Those seem to be the only words
That you can tell me anymore
Without getting weird,
Or heading for the nearest door.

I shrug my shoulers,
And merely watch you go,
For I can no longer stop you,
You are like melting snow.

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