Time, chameleon illusion– glosses over each hurtful slur corralling each warm memory to morph the past to one grey blur. Emotional paralysis senses dulled from desolation. Suddenly comes along the buoy in the middle of an ocean. You found me or did I find you against the odds we two should meet neither looking, just two souls lost --love, the mystery bittersweet. The rules have changed along the way yet, neath the rubble, fires dwell. It is a game well worth the play Knowing romance can cast its spell. AP: 1st place 2022 Submitted on March 29, 2022 for contest FORM L - LAY sponsored by CONSTANCE LA FRANCE - RANKED 1ST