Myth.

it was supposed to be
one when
you came around the first, right?
it was supposed to be
when i spoke you left
around the second, right?
it was supposed to be one
when we evaporated
into the nothing we
were destined for, right?
they say this is,
just like those, right?
but i threw away that pen, odysseus.
you gotta be more, a Darcy.
me, a Siddhartha.
right?