He says he came for me.

Says he sang the underworld open

with love.

With longing.

With the kind of music

that makes men weep

and gods reconsider.

He says he journeyed through hell

to bring me back.

But he never asked

if I wanted saving.

Never asked

what I had found

down there.

He assumed

that silence meant sorrow.

That the shadows were swallowing me.