Do you remember, June, three years ago? Something about you kept me coming something about your voice kept me there. Moving onto summer, the moon went from full to new and back again, sunlight faded behind the trees, then fallen leaves, I was alone. My first I love you, our first good-bye. Do you remember winter, later that year? Curled in my covers, phone lines tangled around my heart... My happiest since. March, remember? Your last letter, three pages. Words, round and awkward. One last testament of what we were. Somewhere, somehow your "I love you" became a habit... Lipservice I love you another good-bye. Do you remember Atlanta, next winter? Numb feet, warm hands, I thought I had a fighting chance. You talked about moving to LA. You talked in "Us" again.. Your last I love you, one more good-bye. Joshua, my salvation, Joshua, it took me three years, but I'll admit the lies. That feeling of unrest I felt with every "I'm sorry I didn't call" or write... or... Do you remember, South Carlina, this spring? In your element again. Through your smoke, I saw you through you hands, I felt you. And finally, I realized. You are only my strongest adddiction, and there could be no prediction of when I'd break me of you. So the the day I left, ...my last I love you, and my last good-bye. (c) 2001 by (++)Laura(++). All Rights Reserved