Disclaimer: Moulin Rouge belongs to Bazzie. :-)

Author's Note: I hadn't written anything MR-esque in so long that I just felt compelled to, but I was too lazy to come up with a story. So instead you get this most strange poem! I had fun with the spacing...*cackles eeevilly*

Let go.

I watch you crying and wish that you could

e

The way you used to.

You taught me to fly;

It seems grief has robbed you of your

.

Please don't make me bear the

Of watching, endlessly watching

Your flame

. . .

. . .

Reducing a passionate song

To the faintest of whispers

. . .

g

In the wind.

Darling, even in

h

My heart is too weak

To see you be

Anything less than

.

Leave me in the

So you can smile as you

Remember the ecstasy

Instead of the

.

Fall

Fly

Love

Hate

Laugh

Cry

Just let go.