Madness
He’s not sure what he’s feeling,
But she takes his hand and whispers
“We’re all mad in our own way”
As she leads him to the bed.
She explores the labyrinth of his mind,
Watches filmstrips of memory go by in his eyes.
She sees herself through his view
Stripped of all her identity and misconceptions
Another broken soul lost in the dance.
He draws her a fairytale castle,
White and invisible, on a piece of paper
Before he tears it in half.
Neither knows what they’re looking for,
But both will find out tonight.
Both begin again.
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