Always the same…always the same

The alley is dark,
damp and cold

Confused with a
limp, I stumble
toward a dimly lit
slightly ajar door

I’m sad, shivering
against the night
frozen rain, slide inside

I’m sure my
terrible angst will
never subside but
cling like a bad
dream; a horrible dream

Inside, I lean
against the dirty
wall covered with
a smell reserved
for leftovers

I’m so tired,
scared, sure this is
the end; maybe thankfully

Then a smile
breaks the chill;
you are there, dark
brown hair falling
around your
shoulders like a
soft, tropical rain

A warmth
surrounds me;
I see for the first
time in forever the
promise of you; the promise
of an infinite now

I shake off the
bark of the street
with all its failures
and endless loss

I muster the strength
to say ‘yes’ to you;
take your outstretched hand
and smile with joy; a joy
lost now regained and it
is enough

It is more than enough


About stevewhitmore

Former award-winning newspaperman and broadcast journalist, both radio and TV, spanning three decades. Army-trained paralegal, court bailiff and prosecutor's lead investigator for the 8th Infantry Division's Judge Advocate General's Corp., Mainz, Germany. 1973-1975.
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