We had always written of Valor, though…
Truly, does one decide the direction of Fealty?
Their iteration was simple enough, a composite measure
of distance and velocity,
at least to those who believe themselves free
enough to encompass the scope.
Hope and Fidelity; I was grateful to be held. Are
they keeping me,
Or allowing me,
to surrender to the difference between comets and
constellations.
Enduring the absence of stars above,
There was to be omitted, and then there was lying
by omission.
By virtue, I’d been the former. Fortunate, at
last glance, of the latter.
I always told myself I knew they were there, even
if I couldn’t see them.
I could still smell the roses of the healer, she
was casting the lullaby for our freedom.
My choice was to remember.
This only worked to edify the tale, after
questioning the time.
Our love was the same together,
Luna hiding behind our shadows.
You could see their viscosity dripping like oil
away from the edges of her last light.
I remembered my last breath of ashes, waiting,
holding, hoping, headed for apogee.
Someday she’ll be back I thought. She’s still up here,
even if I can’t see her.
How her thoughts of my eyes said I would always remember
her.
After all assurance, mourning would only come for
those who had danced to forget.
Value for the distance, and Recognition for the velocity.
In their delusions of freedom they thought themselves
terminal,
in my chains I could see them as endless.
Still waning and waxing, going to and returning
from… Something. Nothing.
She had taught me how, we would eternally be both
together.
In this moment,
she saved me, in love.
I wondered if I would ever see myself, if she
ever was still there, like the song.
I promised I’d never hide again.
