I loved you once in the land where horses run free in hidden valleys and where reeds whistle when the wind blows.
We were young and brave.
I needed your eyes and your smile as much as air and water.
The only thing that made sense was you.
War and sickness, cold and hunger lost their teeth when yours met my skin.
Then, a day without you nearly killed me.
Was it your heart that called me when you found me in the marshes?
Or was it mine begging for mercy that sent birds flying to safety?
Why did I not fly with them?
You built a fire in the hut.
Rain kept hunters and hunted safe that night.
I was cold and hungry.
You shared your crumbs and held me gently.
The forest was kind and winter erased us from the land.
Spring came on the wing of a lark and riding the yellow shoots of the silver birch.
Happiness was your laughter and the blue of your eyes.
I was with child and unafraid.
You were there always.
I followed you with my soul when we were apart some days.
I could feel your love like a shield, keeping me safe.
I feared nothing when you loved me.
Horsemen ripped through the clearing.
They ran me down and killed the child in my belly.
I heard you roar before I saw you charge the men with a bough.
I felt no pain, only sorrow as my legs could not run to you.
I watched them hack you to pieces.
I saw your last breath escape but could not catch it.
I kissed and held you in my soul’s arms as your blood ran like a river towards my hand.
I died clutching your life, holding your love in bloodied fingers as a gentle puffy cloud floated in a clear morning sky, a shade darker than your eyes.
I died weeping.
So, when I saw you in town today at the corner bar, my soul recognized yours.
You smiled at me and your eyes squinted.
You felt it too, didn’t you?
You don’t remember.
But I do, and this time, it is too late.
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