We were on opposing coasts.
A roaring current separated us.
You were far enough away that I
couldn't see what you were doing,
Obscured by the mist as you were,
But close enough that I could see
you were doing something.
I didn't know what it was,
but then your arrow
struck me in the chest.
And so I bled.
I was first overcome with confusion,
then anger,
then sadness,
but eventually I understood.
When you were so far away,
this was the only way
you could touch me.
I would survive this,
and I would heal.
I cannot hear you,
but if you are apologizing
for hurting me,
you are forgiven.
After all, my dear...
I can shoot arrows too.
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 10:18 AM UTC
We were on opposing coasts.
A roaring current separated us.
You were far enough away that I
couldn't see what you were doing,
Obscured by the mist as you were,
But close enough that I could see
you were doing something.
I didn't know what it was,
but then your arrow
struck me in the chest.
And so I bled.
I was first overcome with confusion,
then anger,
then sadness,
but eventually I understood.
When you were so far away,
this was the only way
you could touch me.
I would survive this,
and I would heal.
I cannot hear you,
but if you are apologizing
for hurting me,
you are forgiven.
After all, my dear...
I can shoot arrows too.