He entered limping, though I saw no wound.
He had the posture of a soldier, but no armor.54Please respect copyright.PENANARehMjrwLA1
The breath of a runner, but no destination.54Please respect copyright.PENANAu2Fc2Sx2p2
The look of someone who had survived barely and resented it.
He did not sit.
He stood by the wall and whispered:54Please respect copyright.PENANA22TpLpPlnv
54Please respect copyright.PENANA5hzKHGV0rR
“How much farther could we march54Please respect copyright.PENANAOWIU7MyRDB
if we weren’t forced to carry our fears on our backs?”
No one else was in the tavern.
He didn’t look at me.54Please respect copyright.PENANAUmszWu1OHT
But I brewed.
A slow-steep from ironseed, thistleroot, and something rare, gathered long ago from the cloak of a guest who said, “Courage tastes like forgetting what tried to stop you.”
He drank it like it was a punishment.
And then, he cried- not loudly.54Please respect copyright.PENANARPMQxeiS8f
Just one sound. Like a pack falling from the shoulders.
He left without taking the mug.
And I didn’t wash it.
It still smells faintly of rain and rust.
I don’t know his name.54Please respect copyright.PENANAcowOqwKtds
But I remember the sound of what he let go.
And that is enough to keep him from the second death.
ns216.73.216.213da2