Chapter Ninety-Four: Apollonia

Singer,
Songwriter,
Artist,
Fighter.

Stranger went to a strange land,
time passed her by like granules of sand.

There was a bit of late talk,
talk later in that night,
where all I felt was fright.

Saw me full saw me whole,
I presented to you vulnerable,
bared my soul.

Understood me,
respected me,
forgave me--

You were in my path for a bit,
small moment,
then gone you were,
clickety split.

Add you to the list,
how could I not?
Do you remember me?
I've forgotten you, not.

You taught me to be kind to myself,
and I still try,
as I close another Chapter,
return to the Library this long Overdue book...
I put it up on the shelf
as I keep thinking I might change--
but deep down I know it's a lie.

I'll listen to your music perhaps another day,
what a Wicked Game it is...
...I'll forever play.

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