These Steps
A real heart breaker for me to write, tears streaming down my face. I saw these stairs and, well, the whole thing seems like a song, like Neil Diamond singing "September Morn". https://youtu.be/roW_ME
The Steps I passed those steps today alone. There are some cracks not there before and more vines laying about. I waited as long as ever I could. I had a spot in the bow for your satchel and you. The time passed when you should come and then it passed when you could. The tide turned under me and the moon rose. I poled my skiff away, it rode quite high, so dreadfully unburdened was it now. The harvest came, the one we dreamed of harvesting together. I would have returned but for the war. When I did I was that boy no more. I looked for you but you were gone. I asked for you but they looked down. That lovely girl that I knew did not live here anymore. Whenever I walk this river’s course, I think of all the water that has flowed, whenever I pass these steps. L’Isle-5/23
How can anyone read this and not hold their breath?
A world in this. If we’re lucky we know two souls are an entire world.
Beautiful. You feel the longing in this one.