PROMISE

It was a confluence of minds with a promise of deep connection hanging in the air
but the demons hidden within would not let anyone in.
The smell of the damp fall leaves
the hint of a smile or was it just a trick of sunlight
Maybe I wandered off to the track no one had noticed before
or was it that I forgot my walking stick.
His cycle covered with mosaic of webs parked on the side of the lane
a cardboard box aimlessly skipping and jumping on the road.
The shanty barn shed where I imagined a picture with the sun
slanting from the side sending its light across your face.
The memories haunt while I watch the raccoon race across my yard
a smile fades, a tear sparkles on the concrete.
The words of advice, your resolution lies within
not visible but still yours own.
What do they mean "small steps...one moment at a time"
the nails through the metatarsals hold me to a moment long gone past.
I am sorry I did not see the promise,
I am sorry I just saw the demons...
but please remember they are always my true friends.