wish I knew first off
that facing your fears — sometimes
means facing yourself

every morning I wake up
a miracle and tragedy
wrapped up in one
I should be grateful but
all I feel is exhausted
let me sleep.

She met Mr. so-and-so on a hike in Nepal
I acknowledge he is a heartthrob
Now living in NYC
She’s the one I want
And she wants to see if they can connect
Lucky him, unlucky me
At least she told me she’s gonna call him
The situation is grim
I want her
She maybe wants me
But if she can get to him
It’s sayonara for me
I know this happens all the time
Girl leaves the boy back home on the line
It’s happening to me right now
As she wishes upon a star
And I watch distantly from afar

I hate that I still do anything
Because of you
But I do

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We sense it because it comes inexorably,
this is the beginning  of good-bye.
Her eyes avert his, a touch with no
feeling, a caress more cautious than
caring, a kiss when lips do not meet,
this the beginning of good-bye.
A perfunctory placement of the hand,
a conversation moribund, sipping
scotch and sodas in silence, a call that
never comes, memories that have grown opaque,
this is the beginning of good-bye.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS