December 23, 2008
By Whitney Altenbern, La Quinta, CA

emotions are fleeting; i sit alone reading
my focus is shifting, wondering if your heart's drifting
i observe from afar
do i know who you are?
thoughts tend to be dreary; my eyes become teary
brain once again haunted
am i everything you wanted?
though my calls to you are increasingly missed,
it seems i will love you 'til i cease to exist.

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