This letter is short
But its feeling is strong.
There is bitterness in my hand;
These words to it belong.
How could I love you? Why did I care?
I should have known you wouldn't always be there.
I gave so much of me to you, and I hoped for something in return.
I feel as though my heart was on fire and you just watched it burn.
I want to tell you how I feel; how I feel way deep within,
But words can't express the hurt I feel: I'll never be the same again.
Written July 21, 1986
