The Chase

Staring into the water I see chaos in the ripples, truth in the stillness. All are eventually seduced into entropy's bed. From the deep recesses of my repressed soul the imprint of you pushes through, slightly piercing my dented and demented armor. I must now answer the question that was, and is forged in the subtle machinations and molecular windmills of flight and fancy while our souls play hide and seek among the tombstone memories of fallen lovers. I guess all that really needs to be said ( unsaid ) is; I miss you.