The shadows? behind every door

Textured wall and gate

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