Jan 25, 2005 20:31
She said, "It looks as if you have lost your best friend."
I tell her that I have definitely lost something.
I can taste the failure on my lips.
This isn't going to be another shot in the dark.
But only another step closer to seperation.
I'm not going to run this race forever.
And this has everything to do with what you said today.
Ride the railroad that drives the nails and write it down in your diary.
Because this is better than a photograph.
Let's sit back, tip the glass, and say those were the days.
Waving hands goodbye, this tears me up.