On the morning he left
before he took that half a turn into the street
he said to her that strength is measured
not in the unyielding clasp
but in all set free
Mindful of her fragility
he knew she drew from a deep well
her life appearing strong
yet his advise could be wrong
and yet she could not dwell
in any words he left with her;
a keepsake
a token promising
he'd count the steps he took upon return
for a promise made when one is leaving
is hard to believe
as we've all heard them before
no words ever spoken nor written
can touch trust at this level
until his return has come to fruition
and he comes back home
and so she followed his steps
as far as their sound would take her
setting him free
so their embrace could live
unbroken, eternally
A collaboration with Mark Cleavenger. Thank you for the honor Mark.
And so she became strong, unbraiding their hearts, living to keep count of their steps.