2014 School Magazine

THE END OF THE LANE ANNIE MOLLER (12R)

I walk without observing,

Letting my feet pull me down that familiar snowy lane

You open the door

And we’re strangers again

A moment’s silence,

A sweeping blow of hesitance brought by a chilling breeze

You gesture for my coat with a gentle — please,

You’re beside me now

But years away

A thousand grains of reason are slipping through my tender fingers

You say you can catch them — bury them in the sands of yesterday

I think the weather’s changing, the tide’s coming in

You spot the waves before me and acknowledge them with a gentle grin

We watch the great sea part before us

Welcoming us to its dark watery depths

The clouds break out into applause

I wait with bated breath

You sigh, your voice like rain against my skin

I give up, break and let you in.

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