by Abbi Gallagher<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I curse these Gods who grant me life I curse these Gods\u2003 My words could never hope That is right, my love, I am certain you are here. I was but a weapon Curse my golden blood, I simply must find you Patroclus, an arrow The pain was sharp but sweet\u2014 climbing hill after hill, Patroclus, once I find you all will be right. I must find you Patroclus. I curse these Gods who grant me life
for they have dealt you death.
You who I loved beyond all other comrades,
loved as my own life<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and yet must curse myself. For it was I who
dug your grave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
to express the sorrow heavy in
\u2003\u2003 \u2003\u2003 \u2003\u2003 \u2003\u2003 \u2003\u2003 \u2003\u2003 my heart.
If only I could find you\u2014
\u2003\u2003 \u2003\u2003 \u2003\u2003 \u2003\u2003 \u2003\u2003 \u2003\u2003 dear Patroclus\u2014
in these unending fields of Elysium,
I could try.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I have dug my grave next to yours.
To see you again.
To make right my wrongs.
To return to a time like Phthia when I
knew only of peace
and you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You must be
for Chiron trained us both
Our blood soaked the same earth,
slicked the same armour.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
but you were a hero
and, here, heroes come to die.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
my mother\u2019s blessing.
Curse the battles I fought in your name,
emerging unscathed.
Curse the life ahead\u2014
\u2003\u2003 \u2003\u2003 \u2003\u2003 \u2003\u2003 worthless
\u2003\u2003 \u2003\u2003 \u2003\u2003 \u2003\u2003 without you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
explain how I shook my fist to the heavens,
dragged their favoured son through the dirt
until, guided by Apollo himself,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
struck me down
at last.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
well-deserved and long overdue.
With that arrow my debts were paid
and I began my journey back to you:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
searching for your dark, curly hair,
your kind eyes,
your forgiving smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It will not matter that I dressed you in my armour to die.
We can return to our lives like in Phthia
\u2014accepting no company but each other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I must right my wrongs.
You must be here Patroclus.
You must
\u2003\u2003 \u2003\u2003 \u2003\u2003 forgive me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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