Not technically a poem I know. Whatever.
3. Letter from Robin to Regina following his 'death'
My dearest Regina,
The air here is quiet; there is no whispering breeze, nor warm or cold embrace. The only proof I hold as to air's existence is my own. I require no food or drink. I haven't glanced a soul.
I am alone. Trapped in a world of my own making. A world in which I am surrounded by everything I love. I catch glimpses of what I lost. I see a tree in the distance but, as I approach, it disappears. I smell smoke, but there is no fire to beek before. I hear laughter, my son's I think, though he sounds older (I guess that's how I know time passes and I stay still). But as I run to him, his face vanishes from my memory. Sometimes I feel your fingers on my cheek, your lips on my neck. If I close my eyes long enough I can almost believe it. Believe there will come a day when I shall see you again.
I do. I have faith that there must be a way back to you. That despite not knowing where I am, you will destroy any obstacle that stands between us. We've survived too much for me to give up now.
I know this won't reach you, but telling you all of this makes the faint presence of you even stronger. I pray your ghost to keep on haunting me. Maybe if I believe enough for the both of us, you will hear my cry wherever you are. I think Henry would say that good always defeats evil, and you must know we shall conquer this too.
Don't give up.
Do not dare think that what happened to me is a result of your past mistakes. You deserve a second chance. You deserve happiness. And if I am fortunate enough to be a part of it, then I will do my utmost to give that to you. I will fight. And I shall return to you, my love.
Until then, I will meet you in my dreams. Maybe when we dream we travel to another realm much like the one I seem to be in now. The similarities frighten me. In dreams, everything beautiful is so close, but just out of reach. Am I dreaming? Perchance I am. And perchance all I need to wake up is what I know I found with you.
Ever yours,
Robin