Many moons ago, in times past, once upon a time'¦
Nothing can romance the past to my presence.
Past is past and my sell by date expired in your leaving.

You walked away from me like another self,
as though we split, amoeba'd, and you became a whole
from my half, left without breadcrumbs or a yellow
brick road to guide me.

I stood with my feet paved to the spot, unable to take
those steps back, to re-trace, to figure our parting.
Paths split so palms would ever cross, never read right.

Maps were lines of foreign exchange that I just
could not understand the currency of, and no weight
in gold paid for the piper to lure you back again,
only others who couldn't guess my name.

Perhaps there was a reason, a story you had to follow
that I was uninvited from, and afraid you would leave
me on the step, an unwanted slipper, you went alone.

I search the pages but find no truth from the fables,
no legend to be caught in fact for us, and the moment
of pricking the needle struck so hard I knew I never
awoke, but stayed a sleeper.

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