Thief

by Lily Crawford

photo by Stew Woodruff

Hindu Seeker, Kathmandu, Nepal, 1972

You came into my life

Like a refreshing breeze

Across a misty sound.

Your laughter filled me

With joy and happiness.

We used to sit for hours on end

Talking like old friends

Of a future that was ours for the taking.

Those days seem so long ago

As if we were destined for a rude awakening.

Our eyes were all aglow

With sights of a new beginning

And a rewarding tomorrow.

What have we now to show

For all our dreams and wishes.

Insecurity knocks loudly at our door

Beckoning for a place to destroy.

Time takes a toll on the bond

We came to build.

My days are lost to thought

My nights are restless and tossed

With memories of days

When we were one.

Something has blinded me

To the love we held so dear.

Is it fear?

Am I reaching too far forward

To find some everlasting reward?

Insecurity comes knocking.

Must I let him in?