Night.
On the moor.
Ragged as you were.
I saw you
through the cracked window,
where my dead hand touched yours,
where my name was etched in three on the wooden desk.
Your dark long locks fought the wind,
like your soul.
Heathcliff.
MY Heathcliff.
You destroyed everything…..
Yes, I became a lady, yet,
I loved Edgar, not.
It was always you…
Your face I saw
when I tangled in flesh,
trying to make a hybrid us,
with the wrong man
You walk this earth without me, yet,
I walk with you.
In you.
I look into your eyes of pain,
and I weep,
until you return to me.
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