Watching him amble on the leaf covered path, I pondered on where he was going.
Sighing, I wished I could follow.
Then, it hit me . I was home. I was free. I could go where ever I wanted to. I only had to start walking ….
It proved to be harder when it came to acting.
He walked at a fast pace, wasn’t looking back. He hadn’t known I was trying to catch up.I never let him in on my secret.
The bridge was at my feet when I rounded corner. It was wooden and smelled deliciously like summer rain.
I watched him finish crossing and felt anxious. I stopped for a short moment and he was already across. I decided to be brave and call his name, hoping above all hope he’d stop and wait for me.
His name scrambled from my throat and bounced through the air, richoetting off of the trees, reverberating in the bridge tunnel and reaching his ears.
Slowly he turned and called my name back. When he spotted me, he couldn’t remain standing, rushing towards me with a powerful jaunt.
I had been missing for two years.
I don’t remember all that much.
Grotesque and fabulous images swim in and out of my memory when I’m asked.
I’m fearful I’ll never know what happened but am terrified at the thought of truly rediscovering the answer more…
None of that matters.
Right here and now is all I have.
He is with me and I can allow myself to believe things are as they were.
Untainted.
Dawning Creations 
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