Ours is the kingdom that is lush one moment and overcast the next. She is the one I have left in this life. Our truths are buried bone-deep so we don’t forget who we were, what we’ve done, who we are. Can we release these truths to the wind? Will they come to whisper in our ears at night? Will they slip under the covers and lie beside us? We have dug far into the earth, she and I. We have thought of brighter afternoons, of people around us, of raised voices rising only in times of happiness, not anger. Some nights, I think we may change the world. But we have kept these hurts far inside us, and when we hear the Voices argue, we become afraid. We fall back into that warm darkness together, our hands entwined, our eyes closed. And then we wait.