He misunderstood.
She owed him nothing,
Not for being dragged kicking,
Screaming into their world.
No contact,
Not allowed.
There,
at the top of the upside down pyramid,
the hell where “poor and happy” are crushed,
He chose the road that splits souls,
Turns love against friendship,
Breaks bonds.
She had been mistaken.
What she thought was a bogus ticket to heaven
Was in reality an instruction manual,
“Bike Trail Navigation”