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Teen Talk
November/December 2003
Good-bye For Now
by Anonymous
Im walking out the door
Thinking of what is to become of me.
And all the possibilities
When the sun goes down and the moon shines through,
I think of the wonderful times I spent with you.
And I shed a tear thinking of all the years
That went by and you watched me cry.
But thats all behind me.
Im finding my way to a better life.
Ill never forget the way you said good-bye.
So remember this:
I Love you, I need you, but right now I need to find myself.
Ill see you again, just remember were friends.
When you need a friend to lean on, Ill be there watching you and
carrying you on.
Ill always love you forever and ever.
Ive got to go now but Ill see you soon
As clear as the moon.
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by Liza Monroy
And had he ever listened behind my
wooden door
When my mind went rummaging through
its drawers wondering
what would make him not say goodnight to me
anymore? Or had I slept through the change
tinkling on the bottom of the iron pocket and the
gentle swish of the turnstile knocking out a warm
wall that held collected nests, and wool mittens,
cold noses and feverish kisses and replaced it with the echoing
dull beats of a tin pump. Had I napped through it, napped through
it all-when the last thing I heard was the dog bark
through the wall? The closed doors. Both closed doors.
Was it the unfaithful imposter that had invaded the nest? Eating
mothers love until I was so thick I couldnt fly? Was I the
mistake, was I? One solitary, lonely breath exhaled through
the nose pushing an invisible stream of tattered pieces of a
heart thats been sneezed out follow wheat-ends on the breeze
on the gentle wind that blows through my cold heart and cools the
silver on the fat wing theres springtime in the
dawn and where there are vines that strip and tear like the
supplest sapling in a white coral cage theres a balm that heals
until the stagnant feathers riddle with lice and holes need to
be cut
And has he ever listened behind my
wooden door?
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