The whispered words of promise made me grovel at your feet,
worshipping each footprint as they struck away my demons.
Our past became embedded but the path ahead lay barren.
With open palms I surrendered myself for the first time,
and the mist that clouded your history began to clear.
A sky freckled with bright constellations; mapping our future.
But those stars soon faded into a conforming darkness;
The solidarity we shared, ended in solitude.
As the mysterious haze lifted, you admitted defeat.
