My Hankie (scribbles in solitude - 11)

21 May 1982

hankie 11

I have been carrying a torch since
I knew I exist
Lighting my own dark path
Daring no one to walk beside me
Sometimes I would trip
Sometimes I would stumble
Sometimes I would see a dead end beyond
Sometimes I would rest
Sometimes I would just sit down and worry
Sometimes I would simply long
for a shoulder to weep on
Sometimes I would look back
Sometimes I would look ahead
Now and then I would see a torch dying
It would scare me … for sometimes, the wind
would blow so hard I would find it
difficult to protect my light
Suddenly, I saw another shadow ahead of me
A larger one that concealed mine
A breath blew my torch out
And I closed my eyes in fright
I realized I was no longer alone
When I looked up,
I saw the sun…and you were beside me
I was about to ask who you were
But you were leaving …
It was even too late to say goodbye …
* emie