August 23, 2008
By Susanne Reynolds, Colquitt, GA

The Chances are you will forget me someday.

You will find your fortune and glory.

This I am sure.

My biggest concern is seeing you never again.

Why must I pretend?

So long ago did this all begin.

This misery has no end.

Must this be fate's way?

The Chances are you will move on.

But as for me, you will forever be etched in my heart.

Time will surely pass.

If our paths may cross again will we have any words to say?

I'm afraid, for I have run out of chances.

Goodbye, my friend.

Maybe someday I will cross your mind.

For what more can I say?

You cross mine everyday.

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