This is the place where I loved you.
You who were battered, broken, bloodied.
This is the place where I mended your wounds.
Placed balm on aching shoulders.
Fed you and clothed you and bathed you
when you could not do so yourself.
This refuge, solitary as it was,
knelt to an unerring will to live.
Never did it crumble or break
when you were most sorely in need.
This is the place where you loved me,
where you came to call a home.
This is where, on dark nights,
when the sane sleep, you came.
A journey too long for your sin-addled mind.
And you came to me in search of absolution.
A sort of healing mixture neither of us was sure I could give.
Still, you came. When flashes
streaked across your eyes
and the place you should have called home
offered nothing but empty corridors.
And so this place,
bloodstained and unstable as it may have been,
became a home. Your body rested,
partially, in a different bed.
Your mother and father and brother did not see it.
The way you stared away at meals.
The way you came to me.
We had a place of residence.
We had a place of refuge.
This place was a home
while you were here.
It provided a better life
than I had ever known.
In this place where we had found each other
suddenly, and surprisingly, that one Autumn day.
This is the place we discovered together.
Like a battle waged two against none.
Taking hallways and staircases by storm.
Will you perhaps forget?
Our days together in the library?
Exploring the garden?
Flexing our powers those long nights in the observatory?
Will your mind ever wander to that morning in the kitchen?
The porridge nearly over-flowing behind me.
Your cool lips perusing me.
A hand resting on my neck.
Your teeth scraping my shoulder.
Our hearts beats combined in a flurry.
Until, finally, our lips met.
Will your mind be drawn to it
as I know mine will?
That first kiss, small and afraid.
Lustful, wanting, wishing to go some time in the future.
To see where we would be.
Perhaps we would not have wanted so dearly
if we knew our fate.
This is the place where I loved you.
In our broken, shattered ways
we found solace in other lost souls.
This is the place to which we shall never return.
I will never see your bright eyes again.
You will never feel my presence by your side.
We, fallen as we are, will land one day.
Away from each other.
Away from our castle in the clouds.
In all likelihood,
never to return.