The Wall you should have forgotten my name the day you heard it

"O—"
Startled from insomnolence when she had slipped through the very sunlight; heart of fluttering things that elbowed deep the bone of her breast. But now again, sat upon solid stone with her ruff remained in the stronghold of her salvager, her own chords are weak, and worn; withered and whittled and weighed by tissued lips heavy and dumb with the half-hypnagogic impression of it all. Perhaps, hours from this, would the script of this day come to lie heavy upon her meandering mind. For now:
"... You came."

To know now she meant more than dust—
lashes lie lethargic amber upon cold cheeks; he is warm, and not at all figment, and the salt of her selfish sorrows pressed into pale breast; so thus the fairylight is gladdened to be here, with this cloud giant, at this viaduct of all things heavenward.