The leech

I thought you knew me and I think you thought you did too. Yet sometimes we what we firmly believe in our minds is grossly misaligned with reality. When will these errors fix themselves I really have no idea. They arose when we least expected and painfully carved themselves into us. With their imprint, with a scar we carry on with life.

Hush little problems, do not awake. For the fragile heart cannot predict the future. Be a little leech, I'll feed you with my blood, as long as you keep it quiet, just between you and me. This is our secret, our promise. The sun will shine, hearty and bright. As he walks laughing in its embrace, I'll hide my leech in the shadows.

I'll walk on, with a great big smile - for as long as it can last.