1405 hrs March 30th 2005

Baby,

here we stand again,

like so many times before.

You looked so happy

when you walked out my door.

But you always walk right back

like you've never been away,

telling me

we're meant to be.

I don't know baby,

I really don't know.

If I can,

go through this again.

Some time

when I'm feeling fine,

you might even look

like a friend to me.

But for now,

please walk on.

I don't want to hear

anymore of you

wanting to be free.

Just walk away,

I'm going back inside.

I'm turning off

my heart light,

it may be dark,

but you're out

of sight.