I left a trail of breadcrumbs for her to find me again,
But once she found them,
And started to head my way,
I was reminded about how much courage it takes
To be truly in love;
And I went back,
And picked up the crumbs.
Now she is lost in the forest
And I am a lonely coward.
What a waste of bread.
-C.H.
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