When you run from faeries,
they will chase you.
Will you chase me?
Have you seen?
I used to trust you, know you
close, and honored
protecting me from drowning in magic.
You vanished, too,
like I had only won a normal life
from the cost of you.
That is not a cost I'd pay.
If I feel too much, if I still look for you,
and listen for you, and watch your heart grow-
with no edits-
I know who you could be.
I knew who you were.
I could know who you are.
Just because you've crossed a crevasse,
doesn't mean you can't build me a bridge.
I miss you, Sean.
