Authors Note: The awfulness of something you cannot change, you can't do anything about. All you can do is watch in silent sorrow as it plays out before you.
'Old Lady Swanger says you need help. Here I am'
There you were, salvation standing in the frost of the morning
Like the gold thread of light in pitch darkness
I think back on it now and regard your arrival
As the only good thing that happened
In those war torn months
Where it was cold despite the season
And dark despite the time of day
You were the only thing I had
That didn't end lost or broken
Or dead without a final 'I love you'
I needn't tell you about my feelings now
No proper words for them,
No place either, it seems
Now with life the way it is
Two more people living in the house
That was once filled with only
You and I lying in the warmth of the firelight
Whispering, musing until our eyes would no longer stay open
I wish it were still like that
Without a land being battered by war
Instead I wish we could live in another world
Deserted except for the two of us
Living and loving in our house
Underneath the sheets beside a dying fire
Sheltered and hidden from the stars
By a big grey mountain