On the Threshold

By:Sarah Wood

I have been waiting for you eagerly, ever since consciousness of the day took hold of me,

Still dark outside as I look through the window

Sky turns a subtle light yellow and blue as the sun slowly sleeks, trying its best to rise from the dark depths

A light knock; confused, I walk to the door

And there you are, just like you said you would be

Your body looms over mine as I open the door and feel the crisp air encompass my body

You are in shadow as I see the sky behind you, dark purple clouds omnisciently foreboding

Yet I can see now the outline of your wet, curly hair, and the face of readiness as you remain on the threshold

We stand there for what seems an eternity, yet not long enough

I want to fall into your arms. I want your embrace of love and passion once more.

But times are not as before, and some things must change whether it is wanted or not.

Letting that desire finally go is part of the suffering, yet also of growth.

So sad that I must neglect your touch, but it was the only way I could say “I love you forever.”

So, in mind, I will always be just beyond the threshold

Waiting for you to step inside.

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Date: October 2, 2005