“I…I can‘t reach you!”
She cries out to me through the sheeting rain.
Ivory droplets of certain destruction, they pour.
How could I let you slip away…?
My completing half, my sister,
One would have thought that I‘d have known her heart…
And I did, I just didn’t want to see.
I thought there were no secrets between us…
“I‘m coming, hold on!” I scream into the night.
I’m coming for her, as always,
Forever trying to ward away her demons.
But I cannot be the one to save her…
Running as best as I can manage through the darkness,
Praying to get to her before it‘s too late…
One would have thought it dire; life or death.
Oh, God! But, what if it is…?
It’s so dark out here now; jet-black…
Just where could she be, hidden in these impenetrable shadows?
I hear her cries, so faint, as though she’s a thousand miles away…
I can feel your ever-emanating hopelessness…
I’m trudging knee-deep in a thick, sticky mud,
But I couldn’t care less, wouldn‘t care less,
So long as she is safe…
I won’t carry on without you…
“I’m over here!” She rasps weakly,
As I finally reach her, embracing her frail, shivering body.
She feels so small in my arms, so cold…
You’re safe now, my flower…
My chest aches with sweet relief, as my lungs expand with oxygen for the first time,
And the rain slows to a tempered stillness,
Though the wind still beckons, calling her name…
I won’t let them hurt you…
“We’ll be all right…” I whisper protectively,
“Oh, what will I do with you…?” I’m teasing her now, trying to ease this memory,
Though the question I dare not ask smolders quietly behind my lips…
…What would I ever do without you?