You who undeceived me that night,
Suppose I'm yours (yes, yes) to hold.
But remember, or do not forget,
How they made us master maths of despair,
Forced on us fools, jailed to a chair,
Saying here are the rules,
Pretend that you care.
We learned to secretly smile instead
But the times I've most missed
Among their numbers and snares
Were those which crept in while sharing a head
When you and I kissed
alone in fate's bed.
Nathan Woods, editor/overlord