Labyrinthine

Always seeking

Always searching

Lost within these walls

Every brick familiar

but the path so alien

I found you once.

And somehow, I knew and you knew

It was not an accident.

Your hand passed right through mine

Perhaps it was because

What we are made of is the same

At the time, I didn't know. 

I thought you were a ghost. 

You left

quietly

but with flowers and flames

springing from your bootprints

You burned through the stone like you burned through me. 

And by the strange blue light you left

I saw an X scarred into my palm.

I never knew what it meant, 

but I always hoped you would come back to tell me.