Dedicated to spitfire21, whose encouragement and friendship is invaluable to me.

Arigato gozaimasu

A/N: Sorry, it's a little angsty, but I thrive on that stuff :)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth or its characters; this fanfiction/poem is not made for profit in anyway; it is only further proof of my love for the movie and that I have an overactive imagination.

Title: One Last Time

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I followed you

One last time

My stern gaze grandly

Sweeps the concrete floor

Accompanying the beat

Of your tapping foot

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You are tired yet triumphant

As you await your ride home

The large duffel bag slung

Over your shoulder

Housing your knickknacks,

Your clothes, and your diploma.

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It was the breeze

I think

That made you turn toward me

Carrying the scent of baked earth

Fairy powder

And darkest night

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Your foot stops

And everything in you

Seizes up, as you see

Me,

In a very common,

Very brown business suit,

Smile

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You say nothing

And I like it that way

I cross to you

Over concrete, over worlds

Looking down at you

Through dark rimmed spectacles

One last time

To offer

To give

What I would rather take

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You lips part in confusion

I shake my head

And solemnly lift up

An open palm

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I do not want words

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I ask for so little, I mouth

And you

As if in a trance

Innocently yearning

Slowly bring your palm upward

Hesitant

--

For power, I wonder

Choices?

Love…

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A sound breaks your concentration

The ghost of your touch

Haunts my bereft fingers

As your hand snaps shut

And returns to your side

Quietly you turn away

As I hear the crunch of gravel

Under turning wheels

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I am broken

Broken all over again

By the power you have over me

As I see you enter the bus

And I feel the whole world in one second

Insignificantly hushed

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The doors close

And your form is obscured

By the plain and mundane figures

Who press against you with their

Cell phones and newspapers

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Gas and smoke

I stifle the urge to cough

Deny reciprocation of any kind

To the small pocket of glass

Being pressed against by your hand

As you peer back

Determined and whole

Over the increasing stretch of road

Saying one last time

Your silent goodbye.

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