Almost.
I hear it approach.
Gallops getting louder as it gets closer and closer to me.
The majestic existence, foreseen and left to be.
It neighs, whining with its growing passion.
Separation.
The one thing to come between us.
We knew it would happen, just not this far into this.
Now she's caught up with our race.
The finish line nowhere in sight.
So we succumb, after the last ounce of our energy is dropped.
We have run this race, fell and got up.
We have fought this war, gruesome and astounding.
We tried.
We failed.
Never enough.
©️ mirthyKayla, 2022
