Once, he would have stayed.
Once, before Solterra.
Once, certainly, before Isra. Before children.
Once, when the future seemed only to be a grey long-winded surprise(!) with a dull dark drop at the end, or maybe just a sign: game over. Before that gnarled road straightened, widened, inclined. Before the grass began to grow, dewdrop sweet and heavy, so so heavy with all the words love won’t let us say. (and the trees followed, with (of course) the sea breeze whispering in their loving arms shhhh shhhh shhhhhh)
Now, he does not even think of it. He turns and he leaves the island and he does not look back. Only forward, to the future, to his green pasture. To his small, humble, wonderful life and the woman that holds it all together.
He does not even wonder what would happen if he stayed.
E I K
Once, before Solterra.
Once, certainly, before Isra. Before children.
Once, when the future seemed only to be a grey long-winded surprise(!) with a dull dark drop at the end, or maybe just a sign: game over. Before that gnarled road straightened, widened, inclined. Before the grass began to grow, dewdrop sweet and heavy, so so heavy with all the words love won’t let us say. (and the trees followed, with (of course) the sea breeze whispering in their loving arms shhhh shhhh shhhhhh)
Now, he does not even think of it. He turns and he leaves the island and he does not look back. Only forward, to the future, to his green pasture. To his small, humble, wonderful life and the woman that holds it all together.
He does not even wonder what would happen if he stayed.
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