Alcalá 1987

Atthe beginning itwas just you and me. Toomuch in love toopen our eyes and see. Thelove we shared was too intense, too great tolast forever, or endin anything but hate.

What we had was the best — we shouldn't let it end. We should fightfor our love, make it last, not let it end. Let's build abridge at the end of that dead-end street, not turn around and giveup. Let's not admit defeat.

I wishwe had known wewere driving down that dead-end street. Wecould have prevented "us" from being, neverhave let our two hearts meet. What we had will never again be seen

THE END . . . what a lonely place to be. THE END .. . please, let's openour eyes and see.

DAN

thelove we shared was thebest. Allthe others pale in comparison— itwas a breed apartfrom therest.

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Attimes we didn't getalong, wehad our share offights.

Butthey never lasted for long — onesmile would makeit right. NowI look back andremember thesmiles, the love, the tears, thepain. Andwonder if it was worth it, ifI had anything togain. It'shard to imagine that I can hate one I usedto love so much, thatI would want to forget howI felt when our two souls touched. Now at the end, it'sstill you and me. Toomuch in hate toopen our eyes and see.

ORR

Artwork by Michele Johnson and Tim Orr.

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