fragments of my mind
drift to the side unbidden
I cringe me

credible me once
so let me carry your books
it opens in

could this well of dreams
dry - cold sorrow of my soul
touch the star

touch me delicate
hand in mine make me at home
simple me

he had the works
that did not drive

off the path

we broke his will
you can't go this

shh - don't follow

less than this
the door opens

small cringe
shuts me

guard
heart

they planned their escape (
no the green socks
) in secret love

found the day (
not warm enough
) to escape

no more would (
a small bag will do
) they be told what to do

and in the cold night (
hold my hand
) the old couple walked away