How long did it take?
After the long wanderings,
the storms,the horrors of war--
back from the dead lands,
how long did it take?
I mean, come on.
Fuck fidelity, we all know
you were nobody's captive.
After so long alone,
her perfume and her power--
they enchanted you, and you liked it.
So how long did it take?
After your homecoming,
after the blood had been spilled
and your bed reclaimed--
how long did it take for you to look at her,
lying across from you in the moonlight,
grey in her hair and lines on her once-smooth cheeks--
how long did it take for you
to miss the sea queen's smell?
How long did it take for you
to think, to whisper, to say to the darkness as you
got up quietly and stood on the balcony,
'No. It was not worth it, after all.'
