By Angie jdewberr@usit.net
Date: 19 September 1997

Letting Go.

I don't know what this means to you, or if it means anything at all.
I understand now what it means to be friends. It means you can call 
or not call, raise hopes, not raise them.  It means you can get mad
anytime you want and not care at all, but that you can be so close
sometimes.  So close you can feel the other person inside of you and
it's scary, really, to be close.  So that's why you're way over there
and I'm way over here, watching the stars and remembering that night 
that was so perfect.  And I know that we've crossed a line from what
we were to not anything at all but I'm not scared.  I know I could 
have you, but now the way it's supposed to be.  And it means I don't
call for no reason at all, and we won't laugh, or smile, or even cry
together ever again.  And I know you cared.  You wouldn't've cried for 
me or over me or in front of me.  You would've kept on ignoring me and
maybe still would be to this day.  I sure don't know how all this 
happened, maybe I even helped cause it.  Maybe I shouldn't have said
those things at the airport that made you climb that tower to make me
feel better before you lost the best thing that's ever happened to you.
And if it was so great, what happened?  Maybe it really wasn't my fault
and your feelings changed.
I could tell on the phone tonight that you didn't want to talk, so I'm
letting you go.
And now I know.  But I'll never forget us.  And no matter what you're
thinking right now, smile for me and dream about me tonight.  I'll
dream about you, too.  
Maybe some people just aren't meant to be in our lives forever, but 
it was good while it lasted.
Goodbye my dream, I love you.