He flies away.
But I’ll see him
Again someday.
I don’t know when.
I don’t know where.
But somehow he
Will find me there.
He’ll swoop back in
To grab my heart
And hold it close.
I know this part.
I let him go
To find a world
I’ll never know.
To walk among
The beasts and kings,
Where magic rolls
And battle rings.
He wanders long.
It is his art.
He can’t stay here.
I know this part.
He’ll bring to me
A tale or two,
A memory
Of blood and death,
Of love and pain,
Of finding hope
Where shadows reign.
And when he does
He’ll lift my heart
And hold it close.
I know this part.
For when he’s gone
My love for him
Burns ever strong.
He fills my dreams.
He fills my sky.
He’s everywhere.
I never try
To hold him back.
It’d be too dark.
I can’t do that.
I know this part.
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