“I want to be alone for a while, but you can hold me. I want to be alone but you can be mine.” Sigh, whisper- breathe and grasp. “Just for a while…” A moment in time- it’s a long way away. He says, ‘I’ll be your’s, I’ll always be your’s.”
But, how long will she be alone while you hold her? How long will she live in but memories and hopes of when he returns.. Tell her, darling- will you return?
He says, ‘Tonight we escape, just one night- think of only now and not of then, or when- if and how not even why.. Just you and I… we’ll find our peace, somewhere across these sheets. I’ll be awake if sleep finds you.’ He whispers, sighs breaths and holds- grasping tightly her hand. ‘I promise love, to be here when you awake- and be gone when you sleep again.’
She twists, coiled in sheets no longer warmed by his limbs- less substantial in mass the cotton upon and in which she sleeps bellows upon winds that have yet to blow. Winds of chill that choke the heart, winds of war that takes love away.
He says, ‘Tonight we’ll be free- all night long; one night long.’ Breath and gasp upon cotton sheets warmed with love.
She twists, entrapped in sheets no longer heated by their love- less substantial in memory, the cotton sheets grow chilled upon winds that have blown- winds that chill the broken heart. These are winds of war and love.
She awakes, there.. his promise is but true. Shaking, trembling in chill, ‘I promise love, to be here when you awake- and be gone when you sleep again.’ He stands, there- so close; yet out of reach as dark boots walk away. This is not her dream, this is a nightmare.
‘I don’t want to be alone; hold me for a while, if you can. I want to be your’s while you’re mine, don’t go love.. You won’t be mine.’
How long has she been alone? How long has she lived in but memories of his departure, and hopes of his return. Tell her, darling- you won’t return…
He said, that night… ‘Tonight we escape…just one night.’ A night. One night. That night. Again and again…it’s every night in her dreams, and in her waking he’s gone.
This is the wake of the wind of war- that takes love away.
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Submission Name: Don't go
