“When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east. When the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves. When my womb quickens again, and I bear a living child. Then you will return, my sun-and-stars, and not before.”
There’s an ocean formed outside my bedroom door. On the sleepless nights I listen to it roar. There’s a road too long to walk, too steep to climb. At the end of it is what you left behind. And when that train rolls in, if the doors open don’t get in. Last night I had a pleasant nightmare.