Loneliness intertwined with her veins,
settled in her bones and made a home.
It caressed her cheek,
held her hand,
and whispered the words
she longed to hear
from another long gone:
“Hallowheart,
I will never leave you.
I will always—
always be with you.”
Despair and dread swelled in her heart,
but she clutched its hand regardless,
finding comfort in its words.
“You promise?”
“I promise.”