Three years ago today, you took my hand and led me down a path that was bright and beautiful, (as much as it was dark and excruciating) And at the end of it you left me there (broken and bleeding) confused, left to follow the warrior’s adage (left to death) fingertips trailing labyrinth swaying ’round
Penny for your thoughts Amalgamated atÂ the window Nothing moreÂ than frost Collected on the glass. Penny for your musings While you steal aÂ hidden look. Penny for your daydreams. DoÂ I sit across the table Holding normal conversation? Oh wait ~ only I you say? More’s the pity then.