The eyes of others
I didn’t betray you
the mountain is still there
the ice, the stone, the green
like a piano counting
every numbered breath
winter makes the light
painful, too bright
for carrying those memories
of logging roads and fir
and the sweet alpine silence
I didn’t betray you
I just turned away
and let the eyes of others
erase us
(From my notebook.)
photo credits (where not otherwise credited)
“door” / Artemis Faul on Unsplash