Once,
when ponies lived in fields and grasslands
they would have stayed freely with one another
no concept of marriage or friendship
simple coexistence
and survival
I wonder
often, on gloom overcast days
what it must have been like
always surrounded,
never alone,
with those you love always
but what is love
if not for the absence of it
the heart yearns but for
filling the hole once left there
and you
feathers, wings,
lightest touch
Pegasus hooves
have a way of dancing
across one’s body
with feathery touch
in ways you didn’t know
were possible
I thought I knew everything
yet in love and its absence
I learned
I know nothing
except only of
missing you