i listen to your footsteps as they
echo and bounce of the cave walls,
watch the emerging sunlight bounce off of
the curls you hate so much.
feel my heart beat so, because
we are almost at the finish line, my dear.
and then, just then,
you turn around.
and i am lost, again.
Footnotes
A really quick scribble from the back of my history notebook today, based on the Greek myth of Orpheus and Eurydice
