Threnody

Now I look out into dark, bewildering night, searching for you. I hope to find you there, enshrouded by night and cast in the shadow of memory. And I think, and I remember. The sound of your voice, its lilt. I can almost hear it, carried along by the deadened wind. What we did, in that life, lingers here still; as it does in me. Through the cries of war and in blood-rain we somehow found each other. In the firestorms and the wails of diminished men and women, we had each other. I remember the smell of your hair still, and the rubble and dirt that made it even more beautiful. You were my right hand, my sabre and my pen. You were the reason, the sole reason. We fought against the cataclysm side-by-side. Maybe it was for love. Maybe we did those things—those brazen things—for love. Or maybe it was all just to bring a little feeble light into a world eclipsed. My right hand; my spear. My heart; my will. Doomed from the beginning; death-marked at our nascency. And now you're gone. A whisper in the breeze of winter, that waits for peace in the sun of spring. My heart and my soul. You were the reason, my only reason.

M.M. — 25-Nov-2015