CARYL AU: where they leave after the war to live in peace
there wouldn’t be anything left of me after that…
the days are long and quiet. filled with the rustle of the leafs and the rush of the nearby shore. the scent of damp earth and salt.
she reads. loses herself in different worlds. tends to their small garden with care and skill. bakes and cooks and eats. learns to love the taste of food again. at night, she curls herself around him, allows herself to seek warmth and comfort.
he hunts. loses himself for hours in the woods. rests his tired feet in the cold water of the ocean. builds a fire for them. mends the small house they call home. at night, he makes love to her slowly, gently. kissing away phantom pains.
some nights, one of them wakes from old demons haunting their dreams.
some days, she doesn’t say a word. hardly eats a thing.
some nights, he sleeps on the sofa, afraid even of her touch.
some days, he feels anger coiling inside of him as it once used to.
but only some days.