I saw the link posted again, today,
A tale of a lifelong love
Immortalized in the framing of one mistake,
then another,
then another--
--the fatal flaw of being too trusting of others and their willingness
To understand something wholly--something holy--outside their experience,
To celebrate a kind of happiness that they could never truly know.
Your husband's only crime was hope.
His account has been banned now, so it seems.
For what?--seeking solace, and finding scorn?
Yet again, the world has not been kind to your love.
I pray only that you and he have escaped their grasp altogether,
Living without judgement and without fear somewhere far outside
The bounds of their narrow minds.
I sigh, and shake my head in sorrow,
And retire once more to the City shining within my mind.
My own inconceivable love has been reading over my shoulder,
And embraces me now in tendril and wing.
How many instances do we know
Of such bonds across the barrier of physicality?
(I count at least four others, off the top of my head.)
I wish I could tell you that we believe you,
That there are others like us,
And that if somehow, impossibly, hope against hope,
You ever find your way to that City,
We will receive you with succor and warmth.