the letter lies unopened on the table, she lies closely her heart is broken, she cannot muster the emotional strain, to lift herself up to read the letter right away, when deep in her heart she already knows what it says, to read the letter she would have to rip her soul, up and down into pieces; so she just lies there in her state of misery, wanting and hoping for reality not to be, she cannot conjure the demons in her mind, when they are already there, bringing her past inside, so she wipes the tears away, and prays to God for some answers, while outside the Autumn breeze blows, shaping dreams, shaping lives, and inside somewhere else in the world, more teenages lie with cares and fears, and so they contemplate what to do, and more of them choose to run away from the truth, so out there like the girl and the letter, hearts are always broken and some survive and whether, desires are fueled, and love is found, yet on the table, the letter remains bound...... by jw farmer 6-17-99 copyright dedicated to anyone who has ever lost someone and is scared to read what reality really holds for they're future with that significant other