Don’t turn around,
You said.
I didn’t know. If I had known
You were quietly wrestling with
Gigantic demons behind me
I would have simply held your hand and
We would have kept running
Towards the living light of the
waking world.
But I did it. I turned around.
For a split second I saw you there
Struggling with the weight of the
past
I flung my arm out in a feeble
Attempt for you to flail but
I missed. You missed.
We missed.
I watched as you drowned in darkness.
For seasons I have been singing the
Sorrow beneath brittle boughs.
Winter is coming now.
I know my fate. The Maenads will be here soon.
I sing of them. I sing of you.
The people in Chicago think I’m crazy,
But I’ll be there soon to see you again,
my love.
(via Swanksalot)
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