I can't believe this has happened to us.
We had everything going for us.
Now it seems we are crumbling apart.
I cannot talk to you for two months?
Death would have been a better sentence.
I can't stop thinking about you.
There's nothing I can do.
My tears pour out for you at night.
They never stop my sweet one.
Last night you should have seen how hard I cried.
I thought that I had died.
This poem was written on January 28th, 1998
