AT THE CROSSROADS
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Your slender body partially covered with silk stands there waiting, blocking the moon’s reflection in the lake.
You turn your head and say
“the trees are silent tonight”
I nod, trying hard not to show.
“You are silent tonight”
I nod, trying hard not to show.
“You knew it had to come to this, eventually”
I nod, trying hard not to show.
“Will you wait for me?”
I nod, trying hard not to show.
“Bye.”
I turn and walk away.
The chill in my bones makes me wrap my coat tighter around me before I take the final leap of faith. As I spiral downwards I realise that man wasn’t designed to fly. Maybe better at swimming I thought as the stream rushed closer.
They found a woman’s frozen remains chained to a jetty by a lake several weeks later. They suspected that the male found in the gorge nearby was connected to her death.
He still waits at the crossroad between that which has passed and that which will come. Waits for her to come and give him another chance. Another chance to find their love and the everlasting light.
