Here and there and now there was a long sigh before the score of seagulls.
The time was up, they had done what they could.
It had not been easy and no one seemed to realise the magnitude of it all.
The one who was determined had lost and the others had been robbed of their songs.
Either they were to surrender or buy a match.
No one knew about fire anymore and did not understand the severity of the purchase.
When he left the song he was not as young as he had been.
The flames in his heart lit up when he saw the match, he payed and left.
The others cheered for his bravery and fell in love with him on the spot.
Parking his car, still full of others all over it, he entered his apartment with the harpies in tow.
There was no respite and there was no joy. He had lost his soul and the bravery was not real.
Intended to be a comfort, but was the last thing he wanted.
Some might fight another, but he had always fought himself.
This time he had won and did not like it.
It was a day of triumph and a day of shame.
He did not understand it in full and he realized he never would.
By his bed he saw her again, light as a feather and fair as they may.
She went to his side, put a a hand on his brow.
Leaned on his chest and paused to exhale.
"I love you, you know. Summer comes soon."
She put a hand on her stomach and he smiled from a far.
The thoughts shifted he felt it relax. The pain of the others, their flame and match.
Where no longer present for time and a while.
The smoothness of her and the flow of her way, sent him spiralling near and away.
She caught him a moment and gave him a kiss. He shivered and stood frozen into. The while and the say of the morning that day. Always and ever he was to remain, he knew he was home and no more far away. The rest he left where it was there that day.
