My fifty second poem,
The end of the pack...

I'm writing a poem,
I'm writing it for you...

Light as air,
Thin as air...

I love you,
You know I do...

I'll do anything for you,
And you know that I would...

Friends through happiness but not through tears,
Friends through anger but not through fears...

You tell me you know,
You know all my secrets...

The streets of London,
traffic crowding, noises pounding...

My life is concealed,
Within this hideous shell...

I loved you,
I thought you loved me...

Nine days left,
Until we meet at last...

Can you see me sitting here?
Crying in the dark...