Dreaming While You Sleep
please, please, please, open your eyes
Maybe he can give it back, eventually. Maybe that hole in her chest where her heart used to be...maybe the vital organ can be replaced.
She's just sleeping. She's just waiting. Like Blades wait, so too can she.
He is allowed to be selfish. He is allowed to hold on.
And when Lora reaches out her hand, still with eyes closed, like an angel, like an apparition, like a premonition, Jin holds out his own in response.
(It shakes. But she is so perfectly, everlastingly still.)
What is she seeing? What is she dreaming?
Surely, better things than he.
Sometimes guilt is complicated, and sometimes it's very, very simple.
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there.
I did not die.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there.
I did not die.