by Damien Knight

Her slender hands ice on my face
Framing me, cradeling she whispers
“Damien? My Damien?” I find i’m voiceless
No, no I try to say, her eyes burn
Deep in my soul, the void
Her hair rolls as waves
In the stormy seas of dreams
“Sora?” my voice cracks finally
Where was this place
This house of endless memories
Not my own, she sighs, “I’m Sorry.”
“You know I’m trying here, really!”
My heart skips a beat in anxious agony
It’s not me, why is she here again?
Yet I want to pull her close
Place a hand over hers, stare at her face
The curve of her smile
“I am trying to let you go to him.”
And all she can say is “sorry?”

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