She threw up her arms in conclusive frustration
Maybe it was surrender to her most difficult patient
For our rocky relationship was slipping away
Fine grains of sand through both our fingers
She let go of my hand that she'd held for ages
She scribbled final notes on those mysterious pages
We waited for the other to make a move for the door
When we'd procrastinated sufficiently my eyes rose from the floor
We locked a final gaze that meant only good-bye
"Good luck" she bid me as I began to cry
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