By Kathryn D.

"Wait!" she cried

Broken and teary eyed

Her hair lacked it's luster

The words hard to muster

A piece of her sold he took

When he turned back for one last look

She cried out once more in vain

Tried to swallow the pain

She fell down to her knees

Whispered, "Don't go, please."

And his reply to her plea?

"It's not you, its me"

She lay shattered on the ground

Barely making any sound

As farther and farther he walked

To himself the boy talked

But no matter what he would say

He could not make the guilt go away

Unable to ignore her pain

He turned; looked once again

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11/1/2008 1:11:00 AM
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