• beyond the 🏔 •

As soon as the expedition had expired,

She had been waiting for his return,

Day n night, she looked out the window,

Expecting a familiar shadow that never came.

To her, days were just like an endless succession of hours,

Crushing her every second until winter came to her rescue from the incessant pain.

And there she sat on his rocking chair,

Holding close to the freshly knitted sweater that will never be put to use.

A frozen heart, beyond the 🏔

Not her “beyond”, but his, for not returning upon discovering you-name-her.

— PurplePen