Phoenix Maplewood orion

come back to me,

she will. each and every time. he remains steadfast in this thinking. that somehow a canyon might forever lay between them in hearts but that it was soul tethering that kept them bound.

still he had paid more than his pound of flesh in proof of these things.

he had brought down his own mother to wear the sins of this woman and still —

still he forgave her. he yearned for her. he drove himself to a madness but remember that he must be a vessel for her to remember herself, to remember where they had first come from.

forget yourself, his own command now and he reached for her. seeking to let teeth and limb keep her near so he might whisper — and know you will always be found here, again and again.

he would have wept if he thought himself ever capable of it again.