They met because of a man
who wrote strange stories
and died
of the forgetting disease.
Lamb made them friends
Kvothe a little closer
and the wizard brought them closer still.
Alcohol was glue.
They talked, and laughed, and ate
different things.
She was weird
with her bookish tattoos and strange
candyfloss mane.
and no one remembered his name
when he was in the band with the singer
everyone loved.
Two parallel lines; in a world of shapes.
Always moving
Forward.
Always moving
Never Meeting.
No plans,
No promises,
Just living just a little more than usual.
All because
He didn’t think she was weird
and she knew his name.
14/09/15
14/09/15
*The title was inspired by the title of a book by Meagan Brothers.
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