Sweet Constance //

You tore me up with your laughter //

Settling nerves with a whisper //

Like a soft tissue easily injured //

sprained back leg to soon to heal ignoring advice we ran //

that’s when I lost you //

Fiery Abella //

Formidable with a temper of a yellow star//

Knights dared to climb the tower to be chased afterwards//

You taught me how to be strong when I lacked ground//

You saw that I could fight a thousand when I didn’t //

You pushed //

I failed to pull //

That’s when I lost you //

Dear my own self loathing soul //

You learned more from these and more than you’ll ever know //

Replaying the sounds of the oceans //

how each one reminds you of the ones lost //

Muffle it with the sand that flattens from the steps we take //

Bury your ears don’t let them attack your face //

In the sand the sound of footsteps bled closer //

Later I’ll wonder if it was really my heart banging at the locked door //

She came searching //

Beloved Esmerine you came and gave me parts that I lost from centuries ago //

Polished the rough edges that have exploded and cleaned the once old home//

You challenged me and remind me that I can be myself and be happy //

Made me feel that here now you are proud of me //

Dear Esmerine //

I think I don’t want to lose you and even if I did I’ll chase you //

I’m tired of running //

You tear me up with your laughter //

And hold me together with your whispers //

We argue and you are for it //

Learn to apologize and move past it //

Oh asmerine //

I have found you. //