It comes back so fast, in the blink of an eye

The moments of fear and the joyful tears I did cry

His dark fluffy hair, I remember so well

The wiff of damp pine on his shirt I still smell

It seems like so long since are heart throbbing fling

Six months it did last, and we knew not but a thing

I long for back then, to be young, and be free

To be hopeful and happy, touching all we could see

I se...

I often wondered if our story would have been different somewhere else. If the age of our surroundings caused the tragedy I know know. I looked at them, one dead, the other a glutton, and I question things. In the age of science, would her house have been gone? In this form, probably, but she is adaptive, and the home would have changed.

I suspect we were not the first, the clothes on her body g...