You and I –
we’ve been through
the scenic route of life,
only it was a lie –
gravel and blood intermixed
with flowers and pearls.
Through each chapter
of the never-ending journey,
you’ve walked with me –
a thin dark-haired girl
locking her heart
in your ink-stained pages
because she had nowhere else.
The clock wound forward
and when no more words could fit,
I was a taller slender dark-haired girl,
a little more found but still lost,
rereading your pages
smiling at the old me
and grieving for fading memories.
Chaos of Life 