Image courtesy of Elle Oestreich
I’m a wanderer, a nomad of sorts
When I walk, you follow, and when I hurt, you hurt
If there were a path we went down
I wouldn’t look back or turn around
I’d go and know, you followed
A shadow woman shrouded in fog
I could not hear you
No soft steps
No leaves rustling
I could not touch you
No fingertips
No shoulder to cry on
What would you tell me if you could?
If I played, would you sing along?
The trees would whisper
I’d have no fear
If you were here
On this fallen path
In this godless realm
My heart whines for you, a dog unwell
Shall I take a peek to see you there
Catch a glimpse and fall into his snare
Take me back to a time when we were one
You were my better half and now I have none
The hour is about to sour
All noise appears to cower
I am weak, a twig ready to snap
Just a little farther. Don’t look back!
Whoosh! The wind blowed and the fog dispersed
When I looked behind I knew it was our curse.
For there was nothing there
Not even a single strand of hair
My love died for you on the spot
I will lie here until my body rot
I’ll become one with the earth
If I sink down, may our love be granted a rebirth