Updated: Jun 11, 2019
I followed your breadcrumbs to find you consumed within your prison of time. I whispered the sweet remembrances of our love, offering the keys to your freedom. Dollar signs glazed over your vision and the rat race consumed your mind. Your token offerings finally silenced my desires for our dance. Too weary and exhausted of begging, I walked away from another handout for love.
~Elayne Le Monde ©Elayne LeMonde 2018