She always yearns to be free,

just to breathe, just to experience

a life of her own

and not one tucked away in his shadow,

a silhouette fighting in dusk

and whilst she knows he acknowledges her

existence, he was always sincere like that,

it was always in whispered tones

and the suggestion that she would never

see daylight, that she was the companion

who understand more than he ever could.

 

She desires, he desires, both always

on the losing side, for existence

is one built in the shadows, to concede

that she must live, he would die

and that just would never do;

she must live, he must die, eventually

but she will never see the dawn,

only the darkness through a window

she did not create. The option to allow

her to live free long since past the point

and her despair

grows heavy.

 

Ian D. Hall 2016