By Paula Olson (femmdraven@uswest.net
Date: 12 March 1998

LOST

                             I Run...

            Frantically searching the corners of my mind -
                     gathering memories of you.

                            Exhausted,
                     I plunge into my solitude.

                         Time to reflect,
                      I remember your touch.

                           Time to cry,
                       I drown in my tears.

              Time to explore my heart for the words
                        to say good-bye...

                      They are lost with me.