Morning Session

Morning sun peeks through the fog slowly burning off moisture held suspended just above the ground.
Trees barren branches appear on the horizon, hidden earlier, when the thickness of the morning mist was around.

The quietness echoes my heart, on a lonely walk, broken only by dogs barking in the distance.
The cold dampness seeps beneath the collar of your jacket, my arms where yours once were, finding no resistance.

One foot in front of the other, for a short distance, on a familiar path we’ve walked many times before
Questions and answers run through the mind, oblivious of all surroundings now, what does my life have in store?

My being is barren as the branches, tattered as the jacket and cold as the dampness of tears that claw the heart,
What are the chances that this walk will always be alone? Or, my heart being joined again with another and not set apart?

Finding myself back at the steps of the empty house, walk completed, never recalling turning around.
Once again the morning session between the heart and the mind finished with no answers found.