The Call

And with the whisper
a new feeling came down upon the young boy
like a dark cloud
descending in the valleys.

It was the feeling of,
from afar,
a hundred thousand books being finished and shut
and a million doors closing on darkened rooms.
It was a lifetime of bedtimes when his parents were out
and he had laid shivering, afraid of nothing and everything at once.
It was as if something humongous had happened
or somebody of the uttermost importance
had just been and gone
and the boy felt completely left behind.

And with childlike hope
he reached out to grasp the air and called
“Stop! Please! Don’t leave me!”
but the voice was gone on the wind
“I’ll come back when you need me”
fading into the spaces left in his head

And when she was gone
he whispered to himself
“I need you now…”
before setting to his task,
knowing his heart could never truly rest
until he had found her
and nestled it safely beside hers.

Advertisement