Say

Sometimes you have to do the thing that you fear the most. Here it goes.

Late Spring

Coming into the high room again after years

after oceans and shadows of hills and the sounds of lies

after losses and feet on stairs

after looking and mistakes and forgetting

turning there thinking to find

no one except those I knew

finally I saw you

you of whom I had heard

with my own ears since the beginning

for whom more than once I had opened the door

believing you were not far

-W.S Merwin "Late Spring"

I turned around and there you were. Standing right in front of me. I don't think I have ever been more shocked in my life to see someone than when I found you, standing there. It wasn't a bad thing--hardly. I just couldn't believe my eyes.

It was you.

And you were smiling.

You see, one month ago I declared to the night that I was going to find a way back to you. Some day. Some how. Little did I know, however, it was you who would find me first. Standing there at the counter, unpacking umbrellas.

And what you must have thought as you watched my head turn, ready and knowing what was about to happen next, I will never know.

All I know is that it took one turn. And there you were. Staring back at me, as if you had never left.

Because, well, you never have.