I still dream about you. It's a place we still talk and know one another. A place where your hand still finds the small of my back, even in subtle conversation. I haven't forgotten the depth of your heart or the beauty of your soul. Though I'm quite certain you'd never find yourself here, it's still as if you never left.
The Jester Laughs As Laughter Kept Him Alive, When he slit the throats of fake kings He looked upon Them, And said, Who's laughing now, as laughter faded down the halls