in the darkness
sometimes it’s hard to see
the one who walks beside you all the way
his silence is somewhat enigmatic
‘why is he not speaking’
you wonder
occasionally you hear the shuffle of his feet
among crackling, dry leaves
still you walk on
knowing – convincing yourself -
that he is still there
quite often, someone else comes along
‘another pair of feet should drown out the shuffling’
you’d think;
but strangely enough
it doesn’t -
the shuffle of his feet sounds clearer
when someone else is walking with you
and when you’re walking alone again
the shuffle subsides…
but keep listening, keep walking
because he will always be there.
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