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I will look for you

I will look for you, Pelides


I will look for you in the ash trees 


From where Menoitiades made you


Carved you out with gentle hands


Playing your lyre and singing to the sun


Like a young Apollo, a living star


I will look for you in the ripe figs of spring


That Patroclus


(Pa-tro-clus)


That he fed you with love and youthful joy


I will look for you in the clearing where we ate


Shared stories, shared gifts, shared laughter


Where we never, ever trained 


I will look for you in the songs


Of those that visit Pelion 


The birds, the wind, the men


Playing their songs for us to hear


As you did, every day


I will look for you in the eyes of the fish


Swimming through the river


Twinkling with your mischief 


I will look for you, Achilles


I will look for you, Patroclus 


(Pa-tro-clus)


Not in their stories, for I care not for them


I care not to hear of your feats


Of the men you killed


Of the blood you spilt


I will look for you instead


I will wait, and wait


I will wait for you two


To return soon


To become men, not heroes


To live a life, a boring life, a happy life


Devoid of glory, and tragedy


A life well lived, together, as you deserve


I will look for you


I will wait for you


I will hope that you're not Heracles


Killed so many, even his wife and children 


That you're not Jason, leaving his love to die a pointless death


I will hope no stories are told of you


That no one knows your name


Except Patroclus 


(Pa-tro-clus)


That he calls your name with as much love


As much care


As you call his


I will look for you, Achilles


I will look for you


I will wait for you


I will pray for you


That you don't become a hero 


That you don't die a hero


Like they all did


Come to me as a child


Leave as a man


Return never, as a dead legend


I will look for you, Achilles 


I will look for you, Pa-tro-clus


I will look for you

 

  • Well this was a surprise to me ha! I was re reading The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller for the nth time and was...possessed to write this. I can deal with all the tragedy in this book, but Chiron hoping for them to return...kills me every time. Hope you enjoy it! 
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