The Victim

I prayed for you and you were sent to me, but sent in the form of a complex puzzle. The prize that you were could only be won if I could find the keys with which to unlock the mysteries that were you. I saw this valuable prize, that was you, and so desperately wanted it . So hard I tried, and gave all I could, (or so I though) and tried to meet your needs as best I could. My best fell so short of the mark, but was it really my best? I'm sorry, but I guess it was not, because I know I could do so much better, and why did I not do so, knowing what was at stake? I truly believe you were my prayed for dream, sent to me in a box, but once received, it was up to me to unpuzzle this riddle. For myself, and you, and us, I am so sorry that I failed, and spoiled what could have been such a beautiful joining of lives. You have the magic "ruby slippers", and you have clicked your heels, and the dream is over. You are gone, and you are missed, and you are but a memory of an "oh so beautiful dream" that I once had, and I am a victim, but of no one but myself. Written July 21st, 1996 © on Oct 08 2001 06:18 AM PST   0 • 8