I can see us drifting apart,
I can see a fond farewell,
a bitter-sweet
on a screen in the back of my mind.
I feel sorrow deep inside
apprehensive and tense,
not wanting a conclusion
for fear of an awful truth,
not knowing what will happen,
not knowing what I want to happen.
I feel lonely,
a spectator at my own loss
as the wedge of uncertainly
drives us apart.
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