I could have given in to you
in a second.
So quickly, I
wouldn’t have been even aware
that something changed.
Just a wind chime
in the distance
and you’d be there.
On my dark road
there are so many sounds around me.
Something’s in the bushes,
and I am walking blind
beneath a moonless sky,
feeling more like prey than I have ever known.
Somehow, I survived this.
Called your name
and you came,
never spoke of it again.
Just wind chimes in the night
and here I am.
I wake up one day,
twenty years have passed away,
and I’m leaning on a door frame,
looking at the dark again,
and I’m not sure that I can face the day.
The feeling of fear crawls over my skin,
and before I can even think of you,
I hear those wind chimes again,
carrying me through.
How do I know that this is even real?
I don’t,
but I can know what I feel.
This world turns on and on,
both hands on the wheel.
We try to guide ourselves,
but we deny ourselves
so much that we need,
because we don’t think we can believe.
As if what we believe
can make things true.
What has brought me through
was real long before me and you.
I sit and wait
on the coming of some new fear,
and as the darkness parts,
it becomes clear;
I haven’t spoken your name in years.
As soon as I think,
I hear
those wind chimes ringing in my ears.
HG – 2021
