PARTED
We are now parted, forever.
Gabrielle is dead. I have lost the one woman I truly loved. The one person.
I've romanced various men, and indulged in lesbian subtext with various women. But Gabrielle was the only one who could inspire me to sing songs in her honor, she was the only one with whom I truly wished to spend the rest of my days walking down dusky roads like two fish, peddling off into the sunset.
I remember her walking stick. I clutch it now, in my hand, contemplating the groove worn into it by her tiny, girl-like fingers. She was a girl, thus her fingers should be girl-like. And they were. As girl- like as a girl's fingers could be.
Oh Gabrielle. How I miss thee.
Oh my love, my life. I am nothing without you. Sometimes I wish I would revert to my pre-Hercules self and vacillate between being a menace to society and an honest woman. Yet I remember your sweet eyes, and I know that you would want me to wear heavy furs and dive into lakes to try to retrieve you or something from the underworld. I know that killing my horse is what you want, with all your heart. Even when you lived, my love, your were jealous of that horse. But I would I'd been riding you and not that horse.
I go now, Gabrielle, hoping to find you.
Hoping we shan't forever be parted.
We are now parted, forever.
Gabrielle is dead. I have lost the one woman I truly loved. The one person.
I've romanced various men, and indulged in lesbian subtext with various women. But Gabrielle was the only one who could inspire me to sing songs in her honor, she was the only one with whom I truly wished to spend the rest of my days walking down dusky roads like two fish, peddling off into the sunset.
I remember her walking stick. I clutch it now, in my hand, contemplating the groove worn into it by her tiny, girl-like fingers. She was a girl, thus her fingers should be girl-like. And they were. As girl- like as a girl's fingers could be.
Oh Gabrielle. How I miss thee.
Oh my love, my life. I am nothing without you. Sometimes I wish I would revert to my pre-Hercules self and vacillate between being a menace to society and an honest woman. Yet I remember your sweet eyes, and I know that you would want me to wear heavy furs and dive into lakes to try to retrieve you or something from the underworld. I know that killing my horse is what you want, with all your heart. Even when you lived, my love, your were jealous of that horse. But I would I'd been riding you and not that horse.
I go now, Gabrielle, hoping to find you.
Hoping we shan't forever be parted.