Sunday, January 19, 2014

An Old Memory

The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton

Crouched in shadows,
still, I watch for your footsteps
upon this treacherous path,

knowing how precarious the perch can be
and how easily stones tumble
from the mountainside.

I fear the worst for you.
I fear haunting for me.

Are you lingering in some tropical refuge
to punish me even further for not being who 
you thought you wanted?
Are you descending into depths of darkness
because of the absence of light?

It was never mine to give
nor yours to take.

Display the courage and mettle you say you have -
come back to the crossroads
where we once passed each other with a gentle smile,
so that we may both continue upon our journey,