• I never knew that I never knew you
    Though you wear a face much like my own,
    I never knew that there was much to know
    About where a wanderer goes when he wants to go.

    Many times I'd question my existence
    As the lonely child of a mystery,
    Half of me
    Still seeking and searching
    And yearning to answer
    The questions of immortality.

    I did not know then
    How similar that mystery could be
    Until I saw the truth written before me
    In words of similarity.

    Yes, those words so similar
    Written on your tomb
    Taunting me of possibility
    Infuriatingly poking and prodding
    Away at my complacency.

    They play me as "fool",
    They play me as "seeker"
    To the wanderer
    That is no more.

    To the dark stranger
    That took captive a piece of myself
    To never reveal it even in your death
    I ask you why your heart was sealed
    With no truth left to be revealed
    To your troubled child,
    Her own kind of wanderer
    And your form of "scarlet letter"
    Left to be ignored.

    I see now the things I should have known,
    That we were both wandering on paths
    So very similar
    So very identical...
    I now know that I always knew
    That I was lost
    As were you.