I was waiting for you.
I heard your knock at the door. I’d been waiting for you in the shadows, in the dusky, silent shadows. Chin on my knees, arms round my legs, and I waited. Hooded eyes, thinking of you; Thinking of what you were bringing striding up the path, alive with hope. I shifted; a moment; a tense, hanging, weighted moment; The pause before the pendulum swung again. My heart was on a string anchored in...Read On