With parallel experiences, our lives are intertwined

though you tend to get lost in spice and smoke, preferring to walk blind

Your strong desire to please, a dangerous mission leads you astray

These roads you follow, silent footsteps on a fool’s array

Wander as you must, choices and consequences become solidly combined

 

Your blood running in mine, spirits before us whisper and remind

our background, this history we share, make us forever aligned

You may go, forgetting as you disappear into the fray,

our lives are intertwined

 

Awestruck by this sorrow I feel, to grief I am resigned

With nerves bent and frayed, I accept this sentence you’ve assigned

and when hope withers, almost left to decay

I’ll look for you on my darkest day

A candle in the window, a call to remind

our lives forever intertwined

 

photo: Flickr

 

prompt: Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie Wordle #158