We were walking to paradise. Our steps in tandem, and our hands intertwined. We could smell ambrosia and hear music coming from the path ahead.Somehow along the way I lost you. Your hand slipped away from my grip, I turned and you were gone. Now I’m walking down this dirt road, and the clouds constantly tease rain. I keep my eyes focused on the horizon, but it never draws near. I have tripped over this dip in the road three times, and my knees are caked with blood. I do this, and I see you walking next to me, perfectly parallel, out of the corner of my eye. But when temptation overcomes me and I turn to look, you are gone again. I pray for the rain.
