Lurking in a lonely alley,
With the moon creeping above,
We met as vagabond strangers.
He was a bandit.
Me, a mistress.
We were both guilty of robbing what wasn't ours.
That journey covered in silent understanding,
Was interrupted by the screaming of our footsteps.
'Thief, thief, thief', they cried.
We reached a crossroad.
Without a flicker of doubt,
He chose love.
I chose wealth.
'Sonder, sonder, sonder', our footsteps whispered.