There shines a light in my darkness, a dream in the night, a calm in the maelstrom. Amid the harrowing nightmares that inhabit my ever failing mind, I found a memory of you. Laughter, smiles, joy. Humanity. I remembered what I was, or had been before.
Was she just a girl? No. There would be no Earth now without her, even if she’s just a memory, the afterglow of sunset. If you are not yourself, I cannot help you; I am not myself either. I have not been a child in a long time.
There is darkness for me, long lightyears between the stars, but here, there is a ghost of home still, of love. So, go and be loved, allow yourself to be rescued, to be desired and doted on, to be the thing a girl promises to be, a woman, a wife, a mother, a home.
I have more circuitry, now, than a circulatory system; to be honest, I don’t think I have a literal heart anymore. If I did, I’d give it to you and ask you to burry my ghost somewhere down there. A shoebox would do, like we buried that cat so long ago.
Nine lives. I have lived many more than that. Thank you; in your wrinkled face, I see my first love, and in your silver hair, the only gold I ever longed to own. I only regret, I was not there to see every wrinkled as it came, to mark the slow changes that have come. Still, this moment, this shock of time, it is a view of love.
Tale Told 