By d
Date: 2 December 1998

from "california"

i snapped out of it too late
and now you're slipping away

       its good that i'm leaving now,
            you say,
         before we become
      emotionally
           attached

you're years older than i
       but light years behind the
   moment

i can see it in your eyes, you know,
its already too late

words unspoken will remain that way
"for my own good"
and i may never again feel your hand on the
      small
         of my back

i sit here, waiting for you to call,
knowing that you won't,
i suppose,
its better
this
way