|It brings back the lost
as though never
Shines laughter and tears with light long since shone;
A moment to make, a lifetime to shed;
Valued then but lost when you're dead.
Question : What Is It?
A dagger thrust at my own heart
Dictates the way I'm swayed.
Left I stand and right I yield
To the twisting of the blade.
Question : What am I?
Why did the girl put her dollar in her sandwich?