Between us lays a minefield
I'm careful where I walk
You stand there staring back at me
But I only wish to talk

With every step a spoken word
Attempts to minimize
The distance put between two friends
Between two sets of eyes

The first one, mine, so full of hope
That I can help you heal
The other, yours, so full of pain
I never want to feel

Footprints left, impressions made
And still your face so cold
I shout your name, you won't respond
This is growing old

I take my time; can't walk too fast
And careful where I tread
For every pace could be my last
And then we'll both be dead

So close, now, I want to run
Instead, my hand extends
Just inches, now, away and then
So suddenly it ends

A lukewarm grin, a single tear
A bittersweet embrace
A single step, a single word
To take us from this place

Before we left, I heard you say
With a single sorry sigh
As you wrapped your arms around me tight
And simply said, "goodbye."

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