I must uproot you from my heart,
slowly and firmly pull you out.
I will search and pick up every last shard
of your effigy from my soil.
then I will throw them into the wind.

I must be free of your essence
until there's no trace of you in my soul.
Even if you leave a void in my heart,
that may never be filled.

I don't hate you; it just hurts too much
to have anything of you in me.
Only then will my wounds heal;
only then will I be free to continue my journey.


~~Fiddler
05/14/2002