Our love was a maze and we hit every dead end. I tried cutting through the shrubbery. I even dug a path below but, each time I stepped to the other side, you were never home.
Our love was a maze but we never knew the prize. It had been three days since I last saw you; I waited up for you every night.
I wanted to finish the maze with you but I soon came to understand, when I saw you near the exit with a bag in your hand.
How long does this road go for? I asked. I looked back at where we came from, wondering if there was another path.
You shook your head and said, Not much longer, since all I see is the end.