I must first entertain you with an apology.
'Tis the most I can do to indemnify,
Leaving so selfishly was a mistake.
Now time remins perpetually on the hands of my clock.
The same hands that strangled me,
The ones that battered me until I could not stand.
I must help you fathom my convoluted escape:
My life was beautiful and yet desolate.
A dark passenger in a snowy dress,
An engagement ring with no hand to adorn.
Like a heart with no blood to ump.
I searched for life among the dead
And so my soul searched for an orifice to crawl out
My Friend, she found it.
Our connection was not futile.
"Tis a sin to think our friendship was vain,
For it was rather fruitful.
In the pitch dark alley I walked,
You were a candle.
I hope and hope
'Tis well with your soul.
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