She needs to prove something to someone,
only I don't know to whom,
months after her surviving
her life and death struggle,
after years of trying to work out
what is right or wrong,
this someone, somewhat remote,
and she like the window
of a husband gods tells her
has been lost at sea,
her thin fingers stretched out
to touch the illusion
she sees as him,
aching for him to come back
when it is likely he never will,
perhaps relying on
the kindness of Gods
who recognized the intensity
of her love, her need,
the bigness of her heart,
she, pleading perhaps
for the immorality only love can give,
perhaps with the help of gods,
might give he and her
both wings so they can fly
beyond the boundaries of a world
that keeps them apart,
if only he would respond,
reach out to touch her
outstretched fingers.
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