The way you look at me. Your eyes have such a significant bright glow. The way your strawberry blonde hair shines with every turn you make in the maze is my heart. I never expected it to end, like this, or at all. You were mine, but now you’re gone, ripped lace lying on your satin sheets. Dead flowers swaying in the wind. But even though you’re dead they still dance. All I needed was you. But now it’s too late. You’re gone, and when you left you took a piece of me with you. Down, and down, until we are both no longer.