9 August 2012
But he surely couldn't lose
Then, at last, he saw it
Amid some dusty tomes
Black and blue and splintered
Bereft of happy home
Wanderer tried to lift it
But he couldn't take the strain
Of a heart that had been littered
By falsehoods aches and pains
So he left it where he found it
Went wandering as before
Holding on so tightly
To the hope it wasn't yours...
Wanderer • Opuss № I