Step on the concrete now

feel the motion of your legs

taking a stroll

somewhere a familiar

avenue

finding the same

view

something might be different

between you and me.

~

We walked here together

many years ago

felt the beauty of a moment

holding hands …

and then it stopped

the dream

the soft familiar surroundings

became just a vapid stream

taking us away

along some

forgotten trail.

~

The irony of my words

being splayed upon the page

is a safety valve

I’ve incurred

knowing my words will stay alone

without your eyes

even I forget

how many hours it would hurt

to realize these words

would never be heard.

~

For whom

we want to know

must start inside

rather than unknown

hope he might ever decide

to venture in alone.

~

For then he might’ve known.

~

©️ Thom Amundsen 1/2020