Dawnlark Plains seasons

he could not, he should not.

he was moving before he knew it. where was she going? she did not ask him to lead her somewhere, to take her to a place he had not yet seen. he mourned in the selfish way of man and in this woman was a ghost for him to tend.

could a shadow disappoint a ghost? could a ghost disappoint a shadow?

his pace was casual in its speed, but his posture a slinking stalk after her.