I found you at dawn on Easter Monday sitting in the grass by the road at Unneröd.
I thought — she is not afraid of me. Then I understood you had no choice but to stay.
I sat with you. I blinked slowly the way my cat taught me to say I love you without touching.
Your eyes held everything — the forest you came from, the field you would not cross again, the morning that did not know what it was about to take.
I called for help and then I wept because help is not always kind.
Alva Ljuva Dagny — little elf, sweet one, new day —
you sat so still. You were not afraid.
I will carry your eyes in mine for a long, long time.