Missing Pieces

Life is just too damned good...

It occurs to you one day in your third year as you once more reflect on what was.
The way you left the town was not in a state of black eating white and rot claiming life. You saw in rosy pink shades. You reveled in the thrills of a painless fight. You loved that town and would utter so many times daily, a dreamy sigh escaping your muzzle. You'd romp upon cobblestone and chase her, weaving around the legs of horses despite their distress and your mother's warnings. You'd watch the untended gallows, carcasses still swinging to and fro from the strange unnatural breezes that graced the town floating lost in time and space and you would just smile. You would smile because you loved that town. You would smile because even before you loved her. You smiled because you had her to love you. There was nothing but love - blind, unrelenting, forceful love.
It may not have been real but she'd be none the wiser...

She probably doesn't even remember you by now. The town gone for the next century she's unlikely to even recall you when next she does wake up. When she does you'll have fed the worms which will by then have died as well. The garden you'd live on through will have seen less than a decade's time. You'll be not a trace left on this earth and when she opens her eyes, dewy and pink they'll be alight with the anticipation of just another new day of unchanged bliss.

Siblings and their puppies all around you, piled with love under the moon amongst the hay and you all on your own atop the hill.
You wonder if they would've been tough little buggers like she had the two of you had the chance. If they'd gnaw ears in the morning and nip at the heels of man in the daytime and run amok, be it on the stones of their cursed little town or through the vast grass of this place.

You lay your head upon your legs and croak, your voice a tired series of cracking pitches from almost never finding use anymore.

"At least yer happy..."