E40

By SoGreatandPowerful

So she’s not much for speeches. The farthest reaches of her will 
measures a heart – faithful and strong – as strong as it needs to be. 
And it needs to be mended when broken by a promise untrue. She writes 
to you, “don’t worry.” Don’t worry, now. Our bushel just lost one apple.

All things are wanting of a place to call their only universe. So force 
it if you must. It’s a long way over for a ten-timer. Can’t this train 
run any faster? Girl, they’ll cheer us on. Girl, we’ll wow them all.

It’s a long layover. It’s a mare’s world. She can’t stop just yet. 
She’s a scared girl. They will come and save you from this freedom 
thrust upon your name.

(Do right by me. Do right. We expect big things. Do right for me. Do 
right. I’ll be here waiting.)

Where has elder sister gone? Back to the desert.

To every feat a ribbon, every shore a sea. I will not take them all, my 
dear – only what belongs to me. This is your consolation: always a 
next year. I’ve always depended on the kindness of strangers.