As I walk across the clearing
I feel my heart pound, and I choke back the tears
The grass caresses my ankles, almost in farewell
For today will be my last
I stretch my hand out, fingers reaching for the rough skin of my friend
And I hear her weeping.
I beg her not to cry, and throw my arms around her
"Please", I implore, "Don't make this any harder.
I've gone sane, we can no longer talk,
Your voice is nothing
But a figment of my imagination."
At this her tears grew stronger, her weeping louder
She tries to embrace me, but we both know she can't
She is without arms.
I pull away, looking for the final time at my faceless friend
And for a moment I think I see her tears
Then I turn, and her screams are almost more than I could bear.
Yet still I turn
Knowing it hurt her when I left, knowing I would never forget her
Knowing it was all I could do.