Howling storm of stones. Love, beating against the walls. Love, bruising. Ash cloaks the sky. Where is the moon? (just a mirror; we are all reflections.) The priests in the temples. Pray to me now. Show me your love, and I will give you mine. Open your heart. Give of yourself so that the sun may live again. Bring it back from its dark cave, from its deepdark oubliette.
I have not abandoned you. I have not forgotten you. You have always been a part of me, just as I have always been inside of you. Yes, embrace me now. Open yourself to me. (Let me in.) I have so much love to give you. I am the rain you have been denied in your desert exile. I am the words you have been afraid to speak.
Dad? Will you make the pain stop?
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Can you bring her back?
She is already here. She is waiting for you.
I . . . I . . .
Why do you struggle so?
I . . .
I can give you everything.
I . . . did not fail you.