Orpheus and Eurydice
I... I suppose if I had to choose a mythological figure to identify with, I would choose Orpheus.
I am a musician, that has been a part of my identity since I was a child. And my guitar is my greatest weapon, the tool that allows me to use the power that created everything however I need to.
I think I could make a Divine cry, if I tried.
And I wander, searching for my other half, my muse, my husband.
But at the same time, I am Eurydice.
Stolen from the world I used to inhabit by forces beyond my control, doomed to wait until I am found.
To be forever changed by forces beyond my understanding.
I don't know if I'll ever see him again. But I refuse to give up. Even if I have to sing the same song again and again and again.
I promised that I would be with him, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, until Mother Death decides we should part.
I think it is June, back home. A beautiful month.
We were married in June, on the solstice.
We swore that our love would last as long as the stars keep shining. Would look up at them and sing and dance and admire the light.
The skies are dark here. There are no stars for me to admire, to sing and dance under.
So I cling to the glow-in-the-dark stars I purchased from Monroe's, and I strum my guitar, and I stare into my campfire. I try and trick myself into believing that the sparks are stars, and that he's just grabbing sticks to roast marshmallows on.
It helps, I think.
To keep going, to keep trying, it’s a love song.
It's my love song, for you, Abbott.
