leaving soon.

i sat there crying. watching the tears stream down my face & make little pools on my desk. i wish i was dreaming. i wish this wasn't happening. not now. not to you. i wish i was some type of hero or magician & could make it stop or disappear. it's 10:30. a.m. on a Thursday & for just a few minuets everything stops. i reevaluate the situation. its like I'm watching different memories in my head. you are still here & a part of me is so broken because i know you will be leaving soon....