What she wanted told a tale. The one she sought had sold it well. She’d thought them here the whole damn time; nothing ever seen more blind. Other’s lies had played their part—she’d felt them back and made her art. They’d not known that it was quite true—how she could feel each one come through. Still, she sought that one thing most, a spoken word with her old ghost. To live a part of what she’d seen and become whole of heaven’s gleam. Her dreams still spoke of what they’d do—how two together made the glue. To save the world they’d need their love—it had been written from above.
This was a thought she’d held too tight—the hope would keep her every night. All she dreamt was of their place and how she’d want to kiss their face. The way she’d held them to her chest had felt unlike anything else. It was the best place one could find—she’d not know how they left so blind. She’d think they’d feel some time at last, what it was they’d actually passed.
That reason they might call to ask—of how all came to break like glass. It was the hug they had denied. She’d changed the world with all she cried.