You and Me

Standing at the end of the line. Quickly running out of time. You know there’s nothing left to do or to say. Unfortunately things often turn out this way. You walked out the door, Like there was nothing worth staying for. Like the years we spent, was time you were killing. Me, and this love, was it just space you were filling? This was no high school romance, this was more than a one song dance. I thought you said we would always find a way. You said we would always stay. Was it not enough for you? What must I say or do? After everything we have been through and worked for, How can you say your not sure? After all this time was it all and act? How can you walk away, with out even looking back? I’m not done, and can’t believe that you are or ever would be. This is you and me. Sarah Comstock April 2nd, 2001