Labyrinthine
Always seeking
Always searching
Lost within these walls
Every brick familiar
but the path so alien
I found you once.
And somehow, I knew and you knew
It was not an accident.
Your hand passed right through mine
Perhaps it was because
What we are made of is the same
At the time, I didn't know.
I thought you were a ghost.
You left
quietly
but with flowers and flames
springing from your bootprints
You burned through the stone like you burned through me.
And by the strange blue light you left
I saw an X scarred into my palm.
I never knew what it meant,
but I always hoped you would come back to tell me.