Winter has gone, Persephone

My dearest,

Winter has come, and so swiftly passed us by. I have tended your garden to the letter of the instructions you left, but I find the tasks agonizing.

The flowers do not respond to me the way they do to you. I speak to them as I have watched you do, but they don’t seem pleased by my presence or words. I cannot blame them, why be pleased with me, when it was your soothing voice that was there before?

They miss you, and so do I. Your dog has been moping around the palace since you’ve left. I’ve taken him to play by the Styx a few times, but it’s as if his vigor has left him since you’ve gone back.

He’s just not the same when you’re gone, and neither am I.

I believe even father misses you! He’s risen from Tartarus twice! I was able to push him back the first time, but the second, I was forced to call my brothers! He said, “Her song,” and that can only mean the song you’ve sung to soothe him when he acts up.

He grows restless without you near, and so do I.

My love, would you be able to steal away from summer for a day, and spend it with me? We could meet on Ogygia, and I’ll bring Cerberus. We could play in the sand, and I could feel the touch of the one whom I need most. I need to feel your love and grace.

Chaos, Persephone. I’m in chaos without you. Pacify me?

Eternally yours,

Hades