LOSS
I cannot comprehend such a loss. My love, the horse lady, is dead and gone.
I've loved many women in my time. I've made love from Greece to Athens, from Sparta to Greece. I took on evil Gods and Goddesses on Earth and pursued them to their own domains. But never before has a woman struck me the way my hose lady did.
Oh horse lady, I loved you like I've never loved anyone else. The dynamics of our lovemaking were complicated and unique; we had to be creative, and sometimes the sheer difficulty of it nearly drove me into the arms of a convenient whore.
But then I'd stare into her eyes, my horse lady… Oh horse lady, why? Why did you have to die?
Do you know what it is to lose the love of your life? It's like having a fish ripped out of your chest, and torn to shreds before your anguished eyes. Cooked, skewered, grilled… Not baked. But fried. My fish, my horse lady. My wife.
I've lost her. My hind. My horse lady.
I cannot understand how I could lost one I loved SO much. But I will forever live with the pain of this.
My loss.