May 14, 2010 - 12:37pm — Sonata
If he misses me
as much as I miss him
The bloodied stag lifted his head, then lowered it again, pressing his muzzle against the fur of his own belly.
He didn't even know...
what would he say?
...
would he be pleased?
....
would he be upset?
...
it didn't matter.
he still missed him.
his Mielasis.
his sweet
Heart
Vilnius be missin' someone
;; I wonder who.
I wonder who.