Pen in my hand, staring at empty space.
Trying to put all that is up there into a page.
A writer without a muse.
Impatient into frustration and finally into desperation.
Late at night, you told me you couldn't sleep.
I have hurt you beyond your wildest dream.
But don't you understand.
I am just too far from where you are.
Hoping to make your pain go away.
So I stay away.
For the first and the final time I say this to you instead.
I'm gonna let you go.
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