It is during the empty moments of lazy afternoons or busy evenings, that I think of your pain, and the cause of it. The atrocity of time or the cruelty caused on my behest. Who knew life would alter? But it did. Who thought I would falter? But I did. As your despair heightens, it reaches to me. As my misery rises, I cease to see. It's a funny little tango, with tormenting dancers. I am the criminal and also the victim. Of a questionable tale, with no answers. -Merci.