Dreaming of Sosaidh – A Journey Through Love and Memory


In the cold silence of a prison cell, when the noise dies down and the walls no longer speak, a man closes his eyes. And when this tune begins to play — low and haunting, full of yearning — it opens a door in his heart. A door to the only place that keeps him human. Sosaidh.

She is not gone. She is out there — living, breathing, waiting. And he, locked away from the world, holds onto her with the one thing they cannot take: memory.

They were inseparable once. Days of laughter under Irish skies, quiet talks by the fire, hands clasped tight through hard times. She stood by him when no one else would. When the world turned its back, she stayed. Through long court days and dark headlines, she never flinched. Her eyes, full of love and fire, met his across the courtroom. And in that moment, he knew: he could survive anything — except losing her.

Now, every night, when the noise dims and the light fades, he plays this melody in his head. He hears it as she used to hum it in the kitchen. It’s their tune. The tune of years carved together out of hardship and hope. It’s the sound of her laughter echoing through his broken places.

“Dreaming of Sosaidh,” he calls it. Because that’s all he has.

He dreams of her walking along the shore in the early light, her hair caught by the wind. Of her sitting at the window, waiting for his call. Of her reading his letters by lamplight, tears in her eyes but her heart unshaken. She writes to him still — fierce, loyal, unbroken — and every word she sends is a thread that holds him together.

They took his freedom. They took his days. But they never touched the part of him that belongs to her. That part still roams free.

In his mind, he rewinds time: the first kiss, the long nights, the whispered promises. He dreams of coming home, of her arms around him again. Of dancing with her in the kitchen like they used to, no music but the sound of their breath.

This song is his lifeline. It’s her voice in the dark. It’s the fire that refuses to go out.

And so he plays it again, in silence.

Not in sorrow, but in defiance.

He is dreaming of Sosaidh.

And someday, when the gate opens and the sky greets him again — she will be there.

Still waiting. Still his.

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