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Chris

Until the time when light shall grace your cheek,
I'll fight with scenes of things that might have been.

For ours was never truly meant to be,
And that it went this far was no one's fault but mine.

It's time for me to finally set you free
From the cell that clouded my clean thought.
You cannot be held; I found that's just not done,
And I still resent I've even had the chance.

I'm not so sure that you can quite relate
To the piece within myself which I let go,

Or that you even care enough to hope
That soon our paths might somehow cross again.
But if they should, if things should be the same,

I'm sure to follow you with blinders on.
I'll fill myself with hope but still I'll know
Of the pain I'm sure to feel when, at last, you go.

--Mary Baschoff