I was so young
when we walked in the
directions life took us.
Me,
to college.
Him,
to places unknown.
Not really apart.
There had never been a
"we", after all.
Only in the same place
once in a very rare while.
I planted a seed of hope in
my heart,
that time would be kind.
That I would someday meet that
well-made stranger
again.
I buried a secret never spoken,
and let it sleep through
long winters
of silence.
Waiting for that day when
those gray eyes,
flecked with amber
would stare back at me
One more time.
On that day I would be strong
enough to speak,
to offer a hand,
to break the endless
Empty Never.
YOU ARE READING
The Land of Midian: A Poetry Collection
PoetryRandom bits of poetry from various stages of my life. Some are from my high school days. Others are narrative poetry that tell a story. All of them are pieces of my life that followed me through to where I am today.
