I am waiting for you, my husband. I am waiting for you, my beloved.
I fear you will never return.
When you do, will you recognise me? My soul is imprisoned in the hard heart of this tree, another victim of your mother’s magic.
I cannot call out to you or wilfully move my limbs. I must let the wind speak for me.
I fear I will be waiting forever.
But forever is not so long.
Once I thought forever meant an eternity. But even eternity will cease at the end of time.
I can wait. I can wait forever.