You've Always Been Right

The day the aliens landed, I took it back and told you, you were right.
After they had taken the best of us and most of the water, you said we would overcome.
After they had herded us and kept us apart, the last thing you said was you'd see me again.
After they had taken my eyes and broken me to take away the memory of you, 
I thought you but a dream or a scrap of a painting seen once as a small child.
The only thing left was the color of your hair and the feel of a whispered hope.
The only thing left was a submission, but not to them.


The day you broke through and held me while I cried, you told me I was right.
You repeated what I said, that my stories were what saw us through.
I doubted you then, as their ships left one by one, I doubted as I could only hear.
But you held me close, until the shaking and the screaming left me. 
You held me fast even after all the stories had left me.
You brought water to my lips even as my fingers could not even trace 
The shape of your face nor feel the fall of your hair.


After the last of them had left, the day I died you, you said I would see you again, 
And I doubted.  Even as the darkness was replaced by an unfolding of light
And the stories started coming back, I doubted, oh how I doubted.
But then the memories of you filled the gaps, your face filled the spaces.
The day I died, I did see you cry. I did see a part of your fear that maybe 
You would not see me after all. I have no mouth to speak nor hands to write,
I don't know if you can hear me, but I want you to know that all is well.


That you've always been right. That even after this world has ended 
And we've taken to the stars, that our stories will see us through. 
And that even now, as you lead the rest to chase them,
I want you to know you've always been right, and that what doubt you have 
Is but proof of a larger story.  That even as the earth dies we will still carry
The stories. That our children's children will have cause to hope.
That what has always set us apart from them is the rightness of our love.