The Machinations of Me

There I layed, reading letters of days past. Slowly I remember the words I left around for you to find. And you did find them, however it was not clear if you knew they were for you. Nevertheless you said words that seemed to respond to mine, and i replyed with words that also seemed to address yours. Oh how we played this game of cat and mouse. Always I felt the need to chase you. Come chase me why don't you?