There are still heroes in this world,
I'm sure, but I'm not one of them.
Nor do I need you to save me.
But when you put your arms around me
in the thickness of midnight, buried
beneath the waves of sleep, I know
that you would slay a hydra for me,
every last head.
We may not be heroes,
but I would journey for a decade
to make my way back to you.