Riftborn

What he did to her was wrong

And so she ran so very far away
That nothing could ever make it right
Now, too late, she regrets the day
Weeping bitter regrets for taking flight

For cutting off their unfinished song.

She pelted him with needs

Until he was happy to let her go
To build a simple life inside the breach
But the purpose he was made to know
Stayed forever out of reach

Half-a-century later, the day still bleeds.